He painted my heart....
The colours of a rainbow,
Soon tainted it black.

I woke up tingling with arousal,
I desired ***,
My lover was gone,
He was married I suppose.

When you are born,
You cry,
When you are about to die,
You shed a tear from your left eye.
There is a gap between birth and death,
It is called life,
Live it wisely,humanly,
Live it with a smile for others and for you.

Am I just
writing what I feel,
Or am I
writing to feel?

A picture is worth a thousand words

Or so they come to say

But that smile in the photograph

I come to know as fake

I close my eyes and imagine it

The you it tends to hides

My decision to envision it

Makes me ache from side to side

What if the photograph

So delicate and quant

Showed what you really are

If only something faint

Would it change your at outlook on things

Or would it be the same

Because the photo is just a photo

A lie upon a frame

The truth behind a photograph

What is there really all to hide