Happy Lies

Whispering happy lies to the one he cares for the most so that her smile last a little longer. So innocent and yet so broken, she is afraid that her shadow will misunderstand her.

The past, like all pasts, belied her trust in the only faith she ever had. Love. God. Or, both as one?

So, he lies. That’s the only truth that can heal her.So, that she can walk. Again!

Posted by Silenceofthedepth, Tuesday, September 16, 2008 4:53 AM | 0 comments |

Half empty



The bottle has always been half empty.
Not only that’s how he sees it. He makes it look like one.

That’s one of the very few realities that never faked a truth. One that is yet to prick him till it hurts.

Does a circle end? He contradicts. Whatsoever color you may decorate your answer with. Certain things will remain constant. 

Like the dreams that floats in his eyes. He sees her. And, then he is too scared to even cry. Afraid whatever remains might drown down with the tears.


Posted by Silenceofthedepth, Monday, September 15, 2008 6:36 AM | 0 comments |

The Bridge

Stepping on a bridge to nowhere with a hope that it will drive him to the other side of time. How not true some truths are. Lies are convincing.

Like when he once walked. How he then wished never to have seen the distance afar.

Like chasing the deceitful colors of a rainbow that smile for a moment just to die on the next, the road cheats on its many turns.

Fate smiles. And, weeps. And, then find solace on its mates. Sometimes!

The bridge was far too long.



Posted by Silenceofthedepth, Sunday, September 14, 2008 6:58 AM | 0 comments |