Experiance, Poetry



I met a certain man yesterday.

Who spoke for hours along,

With no pretense.

About poets,their verses.

And paintings and artists,

And singers and their lives.


Of strange obsessions,

And compelling addictions,

Of his little crush,

On the lady death,

And of all the urges he cannot tame.


He meets you in the lines you pen,

And tells you he gets it,

The empty longings,

The emotional rollercoasters,

The love for forbidden,

And all that you feared to tell the world.



He kept me awake with the tales of his wounds,

The tales that make him a human,

Of an exquisite kind.

A fine departure from all the others,

An honest liar,

Shouting words of truth and penance,

At the infinite moments of darkness.



A certain delusional young man,

Who suffers from the wrath of his own conscience,

Who grieves in silence,

For all the friends who travelled far,

And families that fell apart,

And women who gave up,

And places that wore him out.



He whispers into my ears,

“You scare me!

For you believe in no atonement,

For you seek to murder murderers,

You deny, that all the men, You wish to hang at marketplace,

Deep, deep, deep, down hold a heart that beats.”



But I, “I know”, He says,

“For, I walked with them too,

For, I was one of them too.

But my dear, how I wish I hadn’t begun all that I began!

I’m left with little, so little, if you had known all that I had.

I have been a weak man,

of the strongest kind.

And all of it has taken a toll,

On all that I had.”



As he sits there alone,

and waiting for his little crush

To come looking for him in depths,

How I wish to tell him to hold onto his self,

That the world outside is beautiful,

And that bigger love will happen,

And severed ties shall mend,

And that second chances, third chances,

And infinite chances are allowed,

For men who sin, and yet repent.

And that all you ever wanted,

will come looking for you 🙂

Published by Anju Dinesh

A writer is how I would love to have myself defined as. Who makes a lot of typos though. Thank God for all these apps that has come to my rescue. Probably not a very good one or successful one at that yet. But someone who did make an effort. Although I finish most of my articles in a haste every single time. And constantly worries if the piece is worth it or not.. Hasn't grown out of the cocoon yet. Hopes to one day write something for myself and not worry of being judged. Because invariably I write about things that makes it easy for the readers to judge to me. Yes I am hopelessly prejudiced about my writing and choice of topics. Goes low on self esteem more than often although I vaguely know that there is something about my writing that can probably strike a chord someday only if I tried a lot harder. Never works too hard. Never works too less. That Never been part of my system. Which means I always play the safe game.I hope to someday break out to that realm of fictitious world where my imagination will stay raw and free, my flow of words be effortless and there would be nothing around me that can stop me or bind me there. Oh Yes! I want to get there.

12 thoughts on “AN HONEST LIAR”

  1. Rohit Bejoy says:

    Well, I don’t know whether this qualifies as an actual compliment for a poet, but coming from someone who lacks the sophistication to appreciate poetry, this one did make a lot of sense and didn’t have me firing my neurons left and right in searching for hidden meanings, if any. Short, sweet, succinct. Just the kind of poetry that us puny humans can appreciate. Cheers, and keep em coming

  2. Sree Hari says:

    You have touched the paradox of malehood that he is truly an insecure being deep down with twisted fake reputation and love mongering.

  3. Deba Jyoti Khawas says:

    This is just plain brilliant. Every character muttered, every word spoke and every line sang in your poem. I loved it.

  4. Niveditha Varma says:

    Being a person who doesn’t really get poetry, I can say this for sure. This made a lot of sense to me 🙂 And you definitely have a way with words. Love.

  5. Anju Dinesh says:

    Thank you everyone! 🙂
    I am touched find that a lot of you loved my poem.

  6. AddictedPoet says:

    You’re a man, trapped inside a woman.

  7. AddictedPoet says:

    But It shouldn’t end here.

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