Silly Liar

By Partha Pratim Boruah

The darkness is silly to me,

Why do the sunshine lie to me?

The night is the silence to the innocent soul,

While the sunshine that pierces the eyes to see.

To hear in the silence,

To interest what is in within.

The light that reveals,

What is being written.

Someone to see us,

Something that is beaten.

To the worry that is worn,

To the pages where its hidden.

Lost in this world,

While leading the light .

The darkness that suspenses,

With nothing so bright.

To be silly, to be liar,

Maybe we are what makes it right.

To trust the root to begin with,

The one to see, so true sight.

The face of pain, the face of silence,

What is done can never be shown.

That makes it real, make it true,

The breeze that mesmerize that is destined to be blown.

By Partha Pratim Boruah