What if the truth is a lie,
Covered with comfort,
like we cover ourselves,
from the branded clothes
What if the love you share,
in reality, is a lie...
when they say,
"Forever you are mine"...
How can you know whether
" forever" exists?
I look at my life with comfort,
with a sigh, of relief,
because my love is a lie.
Truth is a lie and a lie...
yes, it's a lie. I love her.
She is the moon and,
I never get a chance to touch her.
Thus, when I cry,
she shines.
Her face shines,
like an Indian bride.
Though I rarely meet her,
I know she looks at me,
Every day, every night,
proving that unlike humans,
She loves me truly and,
our lie is a truth
and the illusionary human love,
that we call the truth,
is actually a lie.



© @Paro