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A lie

I wrote my feelings , 
My emotions , my old stories , 
My fears , my dreams
On a wall
On a dove - white wall
With a dove - white chalk


I wrote them 
On a white glow paper
With a white glow candle.


Now Read it!
Why can't you read it?
 You said you can read my mind,
You can read my eyes,
Were they only hollow words?
Was that a pseudo love's expression?


Now Enough!
Enough of your sugar words!
I will not be allured 
I will be smart and shrewd 
No more will I be sweet and submissive
As I have found my early youthful mistakes
And that how naive I was.


Now! Hush....
No more enticing words
I know the acid Truth
Which has burnt me deep
But it has woken me up 
From deep sloom of a lie ...

Comments

MOHAMMAD NAYEEM said…
Gud one ! Self realizing of the bitter truth to cure the disease of untrue emotions n sentiments !!
Enough of your sugar words!! .. woww!! truly saying, you are too strong in english...this is again on of the best from your side..
@ngel ~ said…
@nayeem - yeah realization is d biggest thing...
@ pankaj - Thank you Pankaj.

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