Ananya S Guha

Half truths are wasted
like poems incomplete
they lie amongst the geometry
of curves, waiting to be noticed.

In between what is happening
is anybody’s guess. Half truths
after all. So don’t pontificate
tell simply truths, utter lies
for there is a comparison
between truths, half truths
and lies which are wholesome
which surrender to fortresses
of power.

We reckon easier ways out
expostulate, are angry.
Is this the truth?
Or when the river beds sink
and we are afflicted with tsunami
where do truths, or for that matter
half truths saunter?

They sink perhaps, into
oblivious skies of boredom.
And the way out is simply
to forget and look waywardly
at the dimming truth.