Lies
pitch dark all black
fingers dandling around
patterns on palm criss crossed
mind trapped in turmoil
reminiscences of sinister smile
truth exposed...?
is that true or are you true?
past momensts... -are they;
stolen or safe,
true or false?
revealed or hidden?
modified or same?
by lies....
she hate lies!
here, standing testing the time..
dark so dark the darkness lies
all broken
by silences
by lies or by truth
just... holding on to know truth...
Copyright © Pooja Mitter | Year Posted 2013
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