Your smile is a lie to the world but a womb of belief to me, that settles inside my throat choking it each minute, every hour, imbued with subtle waves flourishing the ripples of forever, when my heart and voyage are bequeathed in thunder-storms.
Your smile is a lie of utmost human thought that breaths with a frolic imagination when my sky is suppressed in anxiety, where clouds darn wails but your lips etch a rainbow over horizons that are dipped in midnight scrutiny.
Your smile is a lie as explicit as the eternity of autumnal leaves deceptive yet crucial to transpire, an amalgamation of ache and sentiments wrapping the truth in veiled reveries like ashes preserved from the burning fire.
Your smile is a lie like the sun that rise to slumber till evening, that weave hope from moments like picking out meaning from idioms. It's an arrow to my fragility some days but today it's the charm of my poetry. ~Purva