Well...this is very good. You ended with a question that is more of an opinion, I believe that you can meet friends by just the very ink that you write with be it liquid or pixels. I are more likely to show yourseslf in writing than in person because you can be yourself. Hopefully, no one will judge you by your writing but by your actions. The knowledge of literature itself is a friend to any human. It teachs us even if we don't wish to learn. So the answer to your question, in my opinion, is no, it is not a lie but a florishing bud wanting to grow into a beautiful rose.
Well...this is very good. You ended with a question that is more of an opinion, I believe that you can meet friends by just the very ink that you write with be it liquid or pixels. I are more likely to show yourseslf in writing than in person because you can be yourself. Hopefully, no one will judge you by your writing but by your actions. The knowledge of literature itself is a friend to any human. It teachs us even if we don't wish to learn. So the answer to your question, in my opinion, is no, it is not a lie but a florishing bud wanting to grow into a beautiful rose.
This is the first time I've read this kind of poem, more like the playful use of words entangled in a web of metonymy. I enjoyed reading it and I hope that you'll make more of this. Thank you for sharing!
No, its not a lie because as writers we relate to each other with our innermost thoughts. That's another matter that we embellish them with pretty, attractive words. But somewhere those thoughts that we share are really a true reflection of our emotional state and the state of our mind. A writer cannot be but transparent.
A very neatly and very elegantly written poem that made me stop and think. Divya