Fake Lies

By Shreya Ghoshal

I could hardly speak but, my eyes showed the hues of my pain to your lenses.

Wishing to drink every drop of you,

and sweltering somewhere, inside with some glue.

They were watching the clouds passing over the head,

and loving their love,

that was soon going to be dead.

Many more puffs were yet to come,

and now when they reached me, my balls are drooling to meet the little droplets that would have your hidden smiling face and all the pleasures of ours,

for which me and my lone always seek to pass our teary hours.

I felt my head dropping down and sliding off your shoulder slowly,

till that moment was unaware and

I let it slide merrily.

I could never think of leaving your hand,

leaving all the emotions, untie the friendship band.

The link between us was snatched,

by time? Fate? Or by my own beautiful nap!?

At our times, I could feel your breath,

Underneath the wind, frizzed me when I was wet.

Now, the rain has stopped wetting me, nor the wind freezes anymore.

They both now do the same,

collect the flowing me from my melting core.

My pains and miseries too, smiled

looking at you.

they were not known to these grins,

Same as the sparkling drops of dew.

My shreds didn’t have a tissue to wipe,

it was the drizzle itself, to take it back,

a dreadful soul stirring type.

The ardent has gone now,

took leave from life.

As the cries meant nothing now,

for all the fake sweet lies.

By Shreya Ghoshal