Thoughts to Words

The perils of loving you, and having cobwebs of bruises even in the far-flung corners of my heart, is inscrutable. The devotion I have for you is unscathed and consistent, even as I lose myself to an earthquake of trembling pain, is inscrutable. The dagger of your infidelity, is where the gravity of my destruction lies, and I love you even though you feed on my soul, is inscrutable. ©songbriti

On days when I contour the surface of my face with a shade brighter than my genuine smile; when I colour my under-eyes with a 24 hour long lasting glow to hide the circles of conflict behind them, I stand like a showstopper in the desert  concealing secrets. The sand under my feet trembles in the coldness which gushes out of the dejected veins of the hollow organ dancing to the beats of a breakdown. In the presence of the sky airbrushed with clouds, I lie to the star-studded night. I have adapted the image of something I had not been, of something I didn't want to be, and something I have inevitably become- an effortless liar. In the charm of the sunrise and the beauty of the breathtaking sunset I look away from my reflection in the horizon of truth. ©songbriti