Discrepancy

Disrupted illusions and interrupted desolation.

The thoughts you aroused are hovering for realisation.

The man within a man veiled with a smile.

The questions and doubts are going pile on pile.

Speech over speech, eyes are not on eyes.

Mastered the art of enunciation dipped in lies.

Once I hovered over your changeability.

Loved it with a difference, had a genuine eagerness.

Now I sensed the inconsistency and fickleness

within your grandiose speech of ostentatious incongruity.

Is this all you wanted to show? Is it over now?

I don’t have the answer, do you have?

If you do have the answers don’t ever come to tell me.

Something holds me back from loving you.

You trust me but can I do?