Those Truths

Those sweet little truths

Once you confessed,

That you like mountain climbing

And biking to wired places,

To which you often flew;

You like exploring sea

And human psyche too,

How you liked singing songs to your girl

And writing some poetry,

Also photographing nude.

That you loved acting,

And wanting to be noticed,

That you were bold and

A little coy,

And that your heart will always remain

A heart

of a boy…

Hehe, I giggled,

Listening to your

Ever-so-expressing eyes,

And those shivery lips,

And your teeth that smiled.

Your will to earn in millions

And yet be grounded,

Along with your dreams

to touch the sky!

Isn’t it strange, sweetheart,

You’ve stopped

Speaking those

Truths,

And dismiss it all saying:

“It was all a

sweet miserable lie”