Pages of Lies

Dear Diary,

Black and white are two extremes.

You are neither of them, it seems.

Nonetheless, I like the colour grey.

For black and white – they never stay.

You're lucky to have a magnetic flip.

Lest, like memories, your pages slip.

And a ribbon to mark the last place,

Unlike promises lost, leaving no trace!

You must cherish your patient pages.

–they weigh truth with even gauges.

The ink might have stained your skin,

But it helps serve the role you are in.

Oh! I forgot to inform you about me,

I am your avid reader in melancholy.

I have been addressed through you,

With love, care, longing–I never knew!

I have been referred Haley's comet,

It's a fancy but cliche title I get,

"Keep making fun of me," it said,

Why did I miss "stop" inferred in red!

Transcribed Farsi letters to spell "pookie",

I was inspirational, and they were lucky.

Carbon, who turned to diamond once,

Is now a victim of their moral violence!

I stayed for longer, upon their ask,

Was it all along a pretentious mask?

Was it merely a courtesy they displayed?

Or bonds decayed when loyalties swayed?

Back then I was "the man who amazed".

Not sarcastically, I was humble and praised.

I was thanked for being so friendly.

"You conquer problems by being kindly."

Citing the number of pages to prove

My saudade is not a smart move.

Sure there's a void, but not in them.

It dwells within the "lewd" gem!

Ah! Here comes my favourite part.

Six crafty pages and a minimalistic art!

Admiration is a difficult skill for mirrors,

Whatever they do, they make errors.

Then they waited for the time to talk,

Wanting to be part of my flock,

I guess it's only useless chatter now.

Truth becomes a lie; I wonder how!

"Thank you for being an amazing person."

"At your end you were the real one."

With a pure heart I interact a lot,

My absence would leave a lasting blot.

These were false claims only to attract,

Connections fiction, convenience a fact!

"Remember, you are respected as a friend,

Dial up when you need a helping hand."

So why’d they cut the line when I did?

I reached out loud, but they just hid.

"Keep sending memes" – very keen!

Sure, only to be left long on 'seen'.

Each page of yours as I slowly turn,

These pages of lies make my heart burn.

Why give expectations they can't fulfil?

Are they the predators aiming to kill?

These pages of lies written with a policy

–Neglect, deceit, corruption and hypocrisy!

Every word a dagger, every line a scar,

Ink-stained truths revealing who they are.

Hold me guilty to the good pages,

Sorry, I am still in my mournful cages.

I can't help it; I still have treacherous ties,

With the very same pages of lies!