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Truth stranger than fiction?

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This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 37; the 37th edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "Truth is stranger than fiction"




Truth says,

" Life of many is under my siege,
They live, love, loathe and beseech
To my august character
To let them have none
But a hunky-dory life!

What they do shamelessly,
Is to monger, instead mollify problems,
Until one fine day, when things go haywire
And are vindicated by miserable doldrums.

I remind them of their glitch,
Hard, but, none manages to switch.
Allege and accuse me for their lacking grit.
But never, think to change me,
For I am not reality, but a mirror to contradict.

I wish they inspired themselves to fight,
As opposed to, what they usually do, flight.
Then seek solace in fiction,
which ostensibly alleviates life’s affliction.

Fiction, assures them of leeway,
Bring back smile and much needed passion,
To accept me as a fiction soon to pass,
With little bit of effort and patience,
Surprise them on how problems surpass,
Finally they forget their grievance
That brings them much needed
life to achieve their destination.
                                                                                                                                                   
Is it my impotency to make them realize this conviction?
Or, what I am forced to accept, ironically,
Is it really so, truth is stranger than fiction….. "

                                              - Aniruddh


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  1. CifarMarch 3, 2013 at 11:40 AM

    perfectly woven words,nice read

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  2. Karan ShahMarch 3, 2013 at 10:25 PM

    a nice take...awesum rhyming
    ATB for BAT
    do drop in at:
    - Don't Whine

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    1. viva_andyaMarch 4, 2013 at 10:11 PM

      Thanks for your time :)

      Will drop by your post.

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  3. MixiMarch 4, 2013 at 3:31 PM

    Yup, fiction is usually more comfortable to accept than the truth. Well said!

    Mixi (My Bat-37 Entry)

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    1. viva_andyaMarch 4, 2013 at 10:13 PM

      Even I hold the same view. Fiction is strong enough to make you realize truth in your life.
      Thanks :)

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  4. ViyomaMarch 4, 2013 at 6:36 PM

    Poetic take on a phrase -only an accomplished Writer can make.

    Love the line - For I am not reality, but a mirror to contradict.

    All the best for BAT

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    1. viva_andyaMarch 4, 2013 at 10:15 PM

      I am very flattered by your comment. So generous of you to address me as accomplished writer :D ,albeit I am trying to be one (Takes hell lot of time!)

      Great to see you picking up a line from the poem. Thanks for visiting.

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  5. AdityaMarch 4, 2013 at 8:04 PM

    good one

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  6. TCPCMarch 5, 2013 at 9:34 AM

    Good one! ... I am not reality but a mirror to contradict. LOved the rhyme. it is not easy to maintain the momentum of thoughts when a rhyming pattern is used!

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    1. viva_andyaMarch 5, 2013 at 8:44 PM

      I agree with you that it's tough to maintain the momentum of thoughts while working om the rhyme. But BAT is all about overcoming challenges and stepping out of your comfort zone. That's what I did :)

      Thanks for commenting.

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  7. RioZeeMarch 5, 2013 at 10:15 AM

    Very well poetized the truth's strangeness.

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    1. viva_andyaMarch 5, 2013 at 8:48 PM

      I managed to put up truth's perspective on this strangeness :). Nice to have you here :)

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  8. aativasMarch 5, 2013 at 12:54 PM

    I think I too tried a similar concept, only you have expressed it in a better flow and clarity :-)

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    1. viva_andyaMarch 5, 2013 at 8:52 PM

      Aativas, there are nuances though. I managed to present this in truth's perspective while you chose to be neutral :)
      Thanks for reading it :)

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  9. asteria's canvassMarch 5, 2013 at 2:18 PM

    that is the reason we write fiction, either to express what we cant share as our own, or to seek solace from the mundane and the brutal.
    excellent take.

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    1. viva_andyaMarch 5, 2013 at 8:59 PM

      Either ways, fiction has the trick to just make you follow your heart. Let truth be whatever it wishes to be, fiction serves the purpose better.
      Gratitude for reading.

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  10. the factfictionMarch 6, 2013 at 1:19 AM

    lovely....just wonderful

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  11. MalinyMarch 6, 2013 at 1:37 PM

    Truth when bitter is the hardest thing to digest . Your poem makes sense Aniruddh for a multitude of reaosns . Its highly appreciable how you dealt with the nuances of the phrase . Good effort ! :)

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    1. viva_andyaMarch 6, 2013 at 7:28 PM

      Great to have your say on this topic. I agree with you; truth is bitter when we cannot digest it :)

      Thanks for dropping by

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  12. odyzzMarch 6, 2013 at 9:35 PM

    You did it ,dude.beautifully written with perfect rhyming( I wasn't able to maintain the momentum of thoughts to do that ) Hats off.We create the fiction as per our leisure and choice and somehow gain a sense of satisfaction..temporary may be but still we do...I found your take better than mine..keep writing..ATB for BAT

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    1. viva_andyaMarch 10, 2013 at 4:02 PM

      Thanks Odyzz. I have to admit, you have perfectly understood what I wanted to convey. And hey, let's not compare our take on the topic; it would be very unfair.

      Thanks for reflecting :)

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  13. VajraMarch 7, 2013 at 2:30 AM

    Fiction is like a way politicians promise the wishes before elections and the reality is what people see after elections.Its hard for us to find the truth post elections because the promises still increase for years and years with no fulfillment..:). I'm not great in getting the poetic words to understand but at-last I came from my hard way after reading your post couple of times. You are pragmatic to put the rhythmic words in a way. Good one and ATB for BAT 37

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    1. viva_andyaMarch 10, 2013 at 4:09 PM

      I liked your comparison of fiction with promises of politicians. I am happy that you re-read the poem and reflected. Nice to know your thoughts on this topic.

      Keep visiting :)

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  14. NeetaMarch 10, 2013 at 7:40 PM

    Wow Aniruddh, you have expressed your thoughts very nicely. I was reading and reading and then the poem got over :(

    Short and sweet :)

    Neeta

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