All its glory

It comes in the most deceiving and unsuspecting of forms. Wearing a facade of which even the wisest of men will not see through. But behind those blue eyes lurks a darkness that remains unseen till the worst happens.
Tell me where is the evil in a way of life that teaches its disciples the values of patience, tolerance, unconditional love, trust....god...

It hides whiles it whispers its traits, grants you abundance, earns you respect, portrays wisdom and presents you with a new sense of belief beyond any form of belief imaginable.
It attracts people whom you never knew, and draws them closer to you. Presenting itself like a plague of unmatched wisdom it spreads from word of mouth, from voice to ear, from ear to mind, and from mind to heart. You will be exalted, glorified, placed on a pedestal but the one thing....the one thing it doesnt do, is spread to those whom truly love you.... Where there is true love, it will not prevail.....

Bit by bit it consumes you.... by providing unreasonable alternatives to lifes challenges, irresponsibility becomes a way to let others show responsibility, ignorance is patience... Even up to this stage, its true colours are yet to emerge....

Oh how silent it works.... It first gives you everything, and then it takes away the most important things in your life..... and convinces you that they are in fact disposable... It teaches you that nobody understands, unless they accept it, embrace it....

"There is no wrong... they just.... dont understand"

I was consumed... The sheer brilliance of it all held me like a dog on a leesh and i gave my trust and respect as i unknowingly watched it consume the man i looked up to.... Through it all, at the corner of my mind, something held me back....a gut feeling, so to speak.. At the deepest corner of my mind, i knew it was not right or as divine as it claimed to be.

When it mattered, i lost.... how it played my mind a fool all this while with its deceptive methods.... what made it worse, was the disguise that it wore....
I gave in to the man i called father.... and not it.... The trust i bestowed was to the man i called father, and not to it.... i was fooled.

Who was to know, how was i to know... the one person who thought me some of the best values in life, would be its tool... I knew him no longer...

Love for your own kin never dies.... true love will never die at least...and my love for him is no different. Though i have come out stronger, though i have come out all the wiser, though i have come out with a clearer vision of it .... nothing will erase the haunting feeling, the rush of blood, the pounding on my temples, the sheer feeling of betrayal.....and nothing changes the thought that dwells in my mind that he is not the man i once knew.....

To my father... I will always love you for who you have been to me.....and for the man i am....
But to the man whom i looked up to.... i dont know how to anymore.....