IN ALL HONESTY

Honestly, I do say and so does he,
I don't need you, and so we run,
from pillar to post filling our,
days with so called futile fun.

Cultivate monkeys on our shoulders,
who's chatter fills our ears,
with inane garbling and sound,
so that we don't hear the  tears.

Or should I say fears, for that is apt,
but, oh no we wont admit we feel them,
so we run and run and run,
searching, and having meaningless fun.

So that we cant hear our selves speak,
in the company of strangers we find,
anymore than we can openly talk,
or more truthfully we dull our mind.

And that's what we call honesty,
in all that we do or say,
but in the silence of the night we hear us,
honestly for once, touch from so far away.

~Sujata~

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