Are the clouds shinning in this crisp morning
even when the sun is not here to brighten me
and I know my clouds are in dull grey color
or
Is the life bestowed with beauty and endless joy
even when you are not here sitting besides me
and I know some moments are meant not to have you
either way
Hope is alive; smiling with every breath of mine
and clouds shines with solitary ray meant for ‘us’
making life to exhale certainty of its own existance
and
Within the certainty in billionth of a second
holds the truth of thousand unsaid warm promises
that your life has touched me somewhere
even when I know you always think……
I am just a Lie.
~neilina
oooh… what tangled webs we weave… or others weave around us! and still somewhere, between all the lies… we lie in our own bed of truth… and can’t deny it.
hmmmm…. not sure what I just said, either… but, I liked this poem a lot, and the thoughts it inspired.. as nonsensical as they may be. =)