I know it is as brittle as glass, and as fragile as the house of cards. I am also cognisant of the deep sense of reluctance, that which prevails even to look beyond the evident.

Apprehension seeps in, when I try to ratify. Ignorance might be bliss; But to experience that bliss one needs to be a coward too!

Is it fear of some sort? Or  pain, or insecurity?

Nah, it is a deep rooted contradiction I guess.

An irony it is, which even before its inception screams out the inconsistencies, disowning the frivolousness associated with the delusion!

Or, is it deception? A deception of the highest order it must be, if not, I wouldn’t be entangled in this convulsion.

Negativity it is, and erodes the sap out of everything in my days, and my nights.

Reason I know not,

Self treason is what I thought!