In this big fake world of superficiality, 

I only crave genuinity, 

But, I am scared that I can’t find one as all the things that seems genuine at the moment is cold and distant- cold like alaska…

 Distant like autumn…. 

In the next moment! 

In this vague world of artificiality, 

I am not happy showing the ‘artificials’,

I am not going to pretend among the pretenders and try to fix what’s hollowed and shallow,

Dead inside like a dark cave,

Isolated like a hidden grave! 

And, I am scared that one day, I’ll belong to one of the troupes, be one of the clowns acting all happy go lucky triumphing in vain but alas! falsities are not in my veins, 

But, oneday, I am afraid, I’ll learn how to let go of genuinity and begin acting fake, 

Forget to connect and stay awake in the wake of abrupting night introspecting inner self, 

If there is no way out of being superficial and nothing attainable without making deep fakes, 

Then, everything is lost -all the charms, 

All the feelings of goodness and peace are lost in the matrix, creating good orders in the chaotic disorder- that keeps rotating in the shifts of alter egos night and day,

Creates borderlines in the cross roads of the highways, Man is bound to leave everything in the midway nowadays amidst of nowhere to return to, belonging to none,

Fellas! All the beauties, all the charmers, all the laughs and hurls are another level of ‘Deep fakes’ or ‘momentary truths’ -in hyper real world, 

Where partiality robs joys, 

Oh, the fleeting joys and wonders!

We seek joy as a temporary shift from ever permanent pain, 

A sort of escapism from the deepest disdain, 

Ugh, man is bound to sigh in despair, 

As he forgot to rekindle with love and touch with kindness, connect with authenticity, 

All the goodness are trapped, not treasured anymore- what an aloof abstain! 

©® Farheen