Futile Life

◦•●◉✿◉●•◦

It's hard to find purity

In this world of insecurity..

Everywhere, it's fake and unreal

TRUTH- that's well concealed

That I couldn't peel...

I was left in trance

Searching for a place

Where truth dwells

Atleast in trace.

If that's what life is for,

Just to be fake as far

Then living is ofcourse

Futile in all it's course..

◦•●◉✿◉●•◦

Just another random poem! 

Once Mathew Arnold spoke how this world got deprived of faith. Putting aside the religious perspective, we still could say how people distrust each other. If everything is fake and earns only our distrust, I sincerely doubt the reason for our existence. 

Truth triumphs- became an old fangled phrase. Why so? Why should we even live a false life after all? It's futile!

◦•●◉✿◉●•◦