Saturday, March 14, 2009 | By: Nia

Lost in Rhetorics

Strange are the charades that people play
Everyone thinks they know what you want to say
So busy are we in reading between the lines
That the actual intention escapes our mind's confines
What's clearly evident, we refuse to see
Searching forever some wild conspiracy
Caught up in the roles that we play
Trying hard to uphold the images we think we portray
Juggling between the many masks we wear
Of the fact that you're losing your true self
You're completely unaware
Every sentence, every gesture 
Even a simple smile
We can't help but scrutinize
For a million hidden wiles
Step by step as the delusion escalates
A lifetime riddled with paranoia culminates
Too easy to slip into this travesty
Be wise and break free at the littlest opportunity
For once you are stuck in this vicious quagmire
There is only one course that will transpire
Unwillingly you become one of those 'fashionable' cynics
Forever you seem to be lost in rhetorics

6 comments:

Vemuri Aditya said...

tres bien madamoiselle!
reflections haan?? nice.

SIDDHARTH S IYENGAR said...

Baffled and bemused,I search for a mnemonic,
I am left with is a life no less than a gimmick,
In this act of feigning heroics,
I am left,unanswered,with a head "Lost in Rhetorics"...

Nia said...

@sid

Amazed at your talent for a limerick
I try and decide which words I want to pick
Others may find this game of ours idiotic
Yet, its a tiny respite in a life so chaotic

:)

too many questions ...too few answers said...

Wonderful advice , in wonderful form :)

Myself said...

damn cool! I love yours and sids comments too nia!

Nia said...

@ vullam.. thank you :)