Honest

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03 september 2020
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Auteur(s): Mimansha Ranjan
Literature uses the sensibility of the author to shape either an emotion, a dilemma or a narrative. This fourth poem by Mimansha Ranjan explores life on the threshold of truth.

by Mimansha Ranjan

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Men bear the pain silently. They are subjected to patriarchy just like women are. They are expected to be strong and tough. They cannot be seen crying...

Maybe I have never spoken the truth,

My twisted and woven sooth;

Maybe I have kept it inside,

All hidden in the treacherous ruth;

Maybe this is all a lie,

My smile not true;

Because lately, I have been nothing but dishonest with you.

I maintain that I am not loyal,

My deception is awful;

I can't carry on like this,

When I am not faithful.

My eyes; they lie,

And I am sure you never knew;

Because folded blind in love tonight,

You never guessed; just assumed.

I don't have the strength to face you,

Call me a cheater, a swindler or anything;

But I never meant to hurt you.

I dare you to understand,

How difficult it is to stand where I do;

I could leave you forever,

But I am not the devil,

Just a girl who is confused.

Maybe there is hope,

But wouldn't it be fine if I just left;

And never came back to you?

To the misery and broken hearts,

I turned them into ashes;

And the pieces so fine and distorted,

I am a criminal in my mind;

Because I killed you from inside,

And at no point, you deserved what I did;

But I never planned it to be like this.

I fell out of love, I kept trying,

My heart always contradicting with the integrity I had within;

Maybe I am not loyal,

And I never spoke the truth;

I cannot keep it bottled up inside,

I have started to lose.

I cannot deny that I have feelings,

For someone that is not you;

I am a bad person,

And I don't know what to do.

I cannot play the victim card,

After breaking your heart;

I will do anything you need,

To get over this shame and guilt.

Maybe it is true,

I am dishonest and unfaithful 

You knew it all along,

Yet chose to be with me,

Living a lie, And believing what you see.

I am a manipulative liar,

But today I spoke the truth;

I have always been dishonest,

But there is nothing I could do.

...Honesty is a mirror that we desire but are afraid to face. To choose between truth and lie is our favourite game. And no matter how badly we want to be honest; we are entangled in the web of deception and betrayal.


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