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In part,sometimes half with grains of truth embedded are lies.
On a bench in conversation a mother and son...Her suspicions become truth, his narrated facts turn into lies..
A stalemate hard to bridge, the point of views diverge and not converge as they sit on far ends of the bench.The intervening silence echos the spirited defense of a friend he had unknowingly started to care... Reminders of friendship come at the strangest of places.
Nurturing a hurt, feeding an angry heart,lies and truth are a blurb. Difficult to distinguish...Eyes are too blinded by rage to differentiate .. An incomplete melody and broken guitar strings find refuge in a torrent of venomous tirade of lies against truthful friends...
A necklace falls and raises questions... The uneasiness a touch has been registered, lack of a comfortable behaviour evoked,It now needs to be truthfully told and not hidden in a lie...What will it be?
Till the answer comes,in the shadow of lies and glare of truth Yariyaan of many hues move on hand in hand...
On a bench in conversation a mother and son...Her suspicions become truth, his narrated facts turn into lies..
A stalemate hard to bridge, the point of views diverge and not converge as they sit on far ends of the bench.The intervening silence echos the spirited defense of a friend he had unknowingly started to care... Reminders of friendship come at the strangest of places.
Nurturing a hurt, feeding an angry heart,lies and truth are a blurb. Difficult to distinguish...Eyes are too blinded by rage to differentiate .. An incomplete melody and broken guitar strings find refuge in a torrent of venomous tirade of lies against truthful friends...
He lies to shield the truth of his love... Asks her to play along with the lies for the truth about THEM to stay safe and live it's wished life..Under the shelter of a desk,trying to hide from the danger that a harmless broken stiletto can bring...priceless memories are collected of being in each others arm..Love blooms in the most unthinkable places...
A necklace falls and raises questions... The uneasiness a touch has been registered, lack of a comfortable behaviour evoked,It now needs to be truthfully told and not hidden in a lie...What will it be?
Till the answer comes,in the shadow of lies and glare of truth Yariyaan of many hues move on hand in hand...
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