She stood,looking at the passing crowd,donot know why she felt lonely now..
The harrowing feeling of betrayal was sinking in..
Who betrayed you,the wind asked..
And she felt like it was a mockery..
But also cold blooded joke of time..
You are a liar,always lieing to yourself,hiding behind that perfect smile and slowly killing yourself,
She could hear it from the flowers that bloomed in the lake..
Lotus blooming in mud..
Look at me,I bloom in mud,but I am the most beautiful flower of the creation..
But you are a human,closer to God,but still,you sink inside mud each moment..
Only to keep your lies..
Lies that you donot feel hurt,when someone insults you .
Lies that you donot feel bad,when someone describes you as if you are an object..
Lies when you say,you like it,when you bow down to someone who doesnot even value you..
Lies that the nights you donot spend awake, experiencing the lonliness,
Even when there is someone by your bed..
She stood still..
As if the questions were breaking shackles inside her..
Also building a new her..
Who was far more beautiful than a liar
