I Lied


I Lied

There are some losses that can make you a lover.
And there are some losses that can make you a liar.
My guess, my loss made me a liar.

Just after the death of my father.
I lied to my mother, "You will be okay; things will turn in your favor.
And your nightmares? All will be over soon."
Looking straight at my face my mother asked,
“Since when have you become such a liar?”

And I am still searching for that answer.

Actually, nothing was okay. Nothing!
Nothing is okay and nothing is going to be okay.

Compensate!
That is what we do.
We compensate with our lives.
We love.
We lie.
We love, lie, live and we try to be alive.
Then we die.

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