Truth: An exchange

Mist lifts gently to
reveal hidden shallowness.
truth loves wearing masks.
- me

Mask upon mask I
keep peeling: not a faint hue
of truth emerges.
- Max

Floating in the mist
is an art. O! for a kind
mask when truth turns ugly.
- Alaka

We all dance around
- as if possessed - truth sits in
the middle and grins.
- Max

Truth untruth half-truth
like colliding galaxies
pass through each other.
- Max

Truth is a clown, don-
ning masks of perception, facts
playing hide and seek.
- Alaka

Facts are but imps, wea-
ring solemn masks, and Truth is
a clown's mischief.
- Balakrishnan