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When all is revealed


When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.
[Louis MacNiece, ‘The Sunlight on the Garden’]

You cannot hide everything
behind the façade of lies,
however beautiful the façade is.

What will pain you the most
and appal those who had stood in awe
will be the horror of the grin
that the mask had concealed hitherto.

Trade in dreams cannot go on forever,
false promises will breed barren fever,
the phantoms crafted in the past
won’t be quelled with rituals of exorcism,
confessions and angst will accompany.

When all is revealed
you won’t have the right
to seek pardon.





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  1. UnknownJuly 19, 2014 at 4:24 PM

    Awesome When all is revealed you won’t have the right to seek pardon.....beautiful lines !

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJuly 19, 2014 at 8:08 PM

      I'm becoming more and more convinced that poetry can only come from the heart.

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  2. Renu VyasJuly 19, 2014 at 4:30 PM

    "You cannot hide..however beautiful the façade is.."
    So true..loved it ! :)

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  3. AnonymousJuly 19, 2014 at 6:05 PM

    "You cannot hide everything
    behind the façade of lies,
    however beautiful the façade is"... Appreciate this reflection the most !

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  4. AnonymousJuly 19, 2014 at 8:15 PM

    Absolutely ....nicely put every syllable

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJuly 19, 2014 at 8:23 PM

      Thanks. I'm consoled that my feelings are apparently universal.

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  5. Nima DasJuly 20, 2014 at 6:53 PM

    Wow lovely lines,deep and meaningful . You can't hide behind lies forever,the truth shall reveal at some point of time. Didn't know you composed poetry too sir. Very nice.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJuly 20, 2014 at 7:19 PM

      I don't write poetry unless something happens to me personally which creates powerful ripples within me.

      Thanks for the appreciation, Nima.

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  6. Bushra MuzaffarJuly 21, 2014 at 7:40 AM

    I am wondering who is this 'khalnayayak' with a grin concealed behind the mask :)
    "trade in dreams cannot go on forever" ...these lines have lot of hurt and anguish....can feel it.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJuly 21, 2014 at 9:22 AM

      When the time comes I'll reveal it, Bushra. For now, I can only say that both in this poem and the last one (Puppet Show at Workplace) the 'you' refers to the same person.

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  7. ManiparnaJuly 21, 2014 at 11:45 AM

    Truth of life..revealed so profoundly in the lines... :-)

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJuly 21, 2014 at 5:56 PM

      Experienced truths tend to be profound, Maniparna.

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  8. Rajeev MoothedathJuly 21, 2014 at 12:23 PM

    you should write poetry more often!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJuly 21, 2014 at 5:57 PM

      Thanks for the suggestion, Rajeev. But poetry comes to me only once in a while.

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