Sarita Khullar
Entry for PoAttic 4
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Can you come back, dearest!
Just once more?
Lying on the harsh surface of reality,
I wish to hear the soothing lies,
Honeyed words of endearment,
Deep in the balmy valley of falsehood,
Cooing words that heart wants to hear,
Breaking open the gates of melancholy,
Running away from the world of gloom,
No matter how much it will hurt me again,
My wistful dreams carry me still to
Valley of amore where depression blooms,
A haze of nostalgia grips my mind,
Smiling through tears I watch your gaze,
Your serene smile and glowing face,
Who could believe what you promised,
Were just lies heart wishes to hear again and again.
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A moving piece on the anodyne that is lies.
Thanks Sai
Such beautiful expressions!!💚💚
#rulfy
Thanks Pooja
How we chase illusions!
Beautiful
Beautiful. Yes often lies do soothe the heart.
Thanks Jaya
Thanks Kirti
Thanks Doel
Sometimes lies help us breathe. Beautiful expressions.💚
Thanks Sonali
Yes… Beautiful soothing lies
Nice
Thanks Sudha
Beautiful lines…I loved the title ‘ Soothing lies’.My poem and yours echoes almost the same sentiment. We want to hear some comforting lies.
lies can be soothing as well and you portray just that mam ! Beautiful piece
Very well rendered Sarita. How we seek to be flattered by lies!
Very beautiful!! True, we wish for lies just to soothe us many times
Thanks Rianka
Thanks Gowri for liking.
Thanks Mumtaz for appreciating
Thanks for liking Indrani
Thanks Sudha
funny how we all crave such lies..lovely poem
Thanks Ramya
Beautiful poem, ma’ am. Sometimes a cosy blanket of lies is all that the heart yearns for.
True , thanks for reading and comments
Wow Mam, what a beautiful and true ending! So true that despite knowing its a lie, we long to listen to them and hope they become true!
Thanks Nitika , we wish to hear what pleases us.
Beautiful poem
Thanks Roodaba Shah
So ironic that we yearn for those lies but reject the truth. Beautifully penned, ma’am.
Thanks Seema for liking the poem