Some things just do not need explanation. There is no plausible way to tell anyone else that people in general are idiosynchrasies of deceptive lies. The way things go about like a deadly virus, that infects anyone and everyone at sight, the way unheard truths snake in on unsuspecting victims, to corrupt their young innocent lives at their whim and fancy. We are often susceptible to fall dangerously within the contains of deceit and callous remarks. We often let judgement rule our live with exceeding pride. There is no space for theatrical magic or despondent cries, it is all but plain simplicity, the ironic terminology that defines life as a lie. Each day we live is but a coerced image of false happiness and delighted soul-rubbing joy. When will we truly be set free from the condemnation the world eyes us intensely with?

This particular issue here is indeed tricky and definitely intricate. The right words must be said each time, the right sentences must be spoken with passion and deliberation. Forgive me not, for I am but a pawn in life’s demanding deception. This race that we run is a race against time, a race that brings the best out of some of us, and also unfortunately brings the worst out in us. That is the dam irony. That we have no control or whatsoever over our paths and choices that dictate the way we live our own lives. Our lives are but dancing interludes of pictorial playouts. The way each story plays out has a different outline, has a different way of presentation. That is what makes us different, that each of us must have the freewill to create our own masterpiece and of course to create love, the centrepiece of it all.

Rhythms of creative dance pattern and waves of magical interludes flood the room like uncharged emotions searching intently for its restrained release. Pushing against our conscience and mind-intensifying mysteries, our minds become a myriad of clueless anticipation.

Tell me, when will we be free?