Underneath the books lies the rot in the club
Underneath the drinks lies the drain in the bar
The church is whitewashed on the outside but dark like the underworld within
The trap is never visible
It’s always hidden in the foliage of innocent-looking dry leaves
Or baited with the choicest animal desires
They would say it is a mere social gathering over friendly drinks
but Enlil did not leave his little bottle of poison behind
Be careful out there
For things are not as they seem.
Appearances are appearances, including the appearance of ghosts
Some recommendation letters read, ‘Good but. . ‘
Be watchful out there
For things aren’t as they seem
When the journey appears endless, someone is stretching the road
How can an aesthetic hotel be a yard of thirty graves?
Painted faces; painted places
There is a beautiful gate in front of a mansion where souls only enter but don’t come out
Count your steps out there
Some knives are for deer and others are for dear
Trust only Trust, not men.
(To be continued)