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Monday, 25 April 2016

Virtual world




Living in a fake domain
Like a ball of dishevelled yarn
Connected.. Yet at a distance
‘Ends’ does not meet
Flurry of thoughts disperse
Mingles around
Yet nowhere to be found
Distanced from the loved
Living in simulated realm
Cribbing for something
Not knowing ‘what’
Fake is all around
Truth is lost
Entwined in the web
Of lies
Struggling to be part
Of forged personalities
Forgetting ourselves…!


~25/04/2016~








©Copyright Deeप्ती

16 comments:

  1. So true, we can no longer believe what is real and what is fake. Relations have become a mockery and emotions are just plastic. Well written Deepti!
    @KalaRavi16 from
    Relax-N-Rave

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    1. Yes kala it is a sad state yet it is the only prevalent thing seen around.

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  2. Very true, Deepti...things fall apart when they are fake! Tells a lot of the times we live in. Lovely post.

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  3. So true Deepti... it is hard to know what is real these days. People are not what they seem. Great post Deepti! Sue from Sizzling Towards Sixty

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    1. Yes Sue you are right... That is why it is a fake world.

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  4. Life today is all about the "wrapper" or the fronts people put on display - hiding the real person under so many layers that you never really know who they are. Leanne @ cresting the hill

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    1. Yes Leanne ... If its glittery outside we love it .. Thats sad.. but that's how life is these days... sigh

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  5. Great choice for your poem this post!!!

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  6. So true, the virtual domain is unreal and filled with the unknown. Great poem.

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  7. It's no all fake though. Take heart! There are some real people out there trying to make real lives in the midst of all this mess.

    Finding Eliza

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    1. You are right Kristin .. this is just one side of the coin :)

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  8. hmm....it makes me sad! Virtual realities. :)

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