a lie lived...

from a distance-
I saw a group of kids,
playing in a mud pit..
picking up the slimy sludge,
from the wet earth beneath..
and throwing it at each other..
joyfully, amidst groans,
bantering's and laughter...

but as I approached them..
unfolded a ghastly scene,
right in front of my eyes..
The kids had vanished,
and instead there were-
people dancing in the pit,
full of cadavers, corpses,
flesh, blood and slimy carrion..
tearing away their flesh
from their decaying wounds..
and throwing it at others..
amidst excruciating pain
and a horrifying laughter..

a scene, disgusting enough,
to provoke me out of my sleep
into a state of transition..
where the "Factual" dream
intermingles,
with the "hazy" reality..

only to observe-
Feelings crowding into each other-
crushing, pushing and-
pulling each other..
surreptitious glances,
gazes stolen..
self abasement in abundance..
one's heart tortured,
to make other cry..
and laughter- the result
of such self pity....
emotions scorched off..
emotions thrown..
emotions smudged..
emotions burnt..


emotions won..
and..
emotions..
lost..