Fake Bliss

You're just like the sand under the scorching red sun..

The more I try to grab you,

You slip away through my fingers leaving them half burnt...

but if I don't try at all,

I wouldn't feel you even for that little time till you slip away!

not that I would die without you,

not that I intend to burn myself into ashes..

but the 'something' that you did to my soul,

left me helpless in a fake bliss.......

~ Plabita Borthakur (manu)