White Lies

By Shreyash Anand

To my Pumpkin,

Your name was the thing I cherished the most,

But now that only instills fear in me.

I know that the cause is still me,

Since before we had nothing but glee.

If staying together makes us lonelier,

Let’s hold our hands till we no longer feel lonely.

But the lies I told you,

Make you hate me only.

The Angel always reveals the truth,

Which turns your Guardian into the Devil.

Making you hate me,

Like a mind medieval.

Look in the small part of your mind,

Where the bells of calmness carol,

Remember my words as I say,

Ignore your instincts at your own peril.

By Shreyash Anand