Happiness

The tears of all the truth she wanted to hide

roll down her cheeks, sucking her memories dry

She makes her life a lie

In peaceful solitude the voices – on the bed with her – lie

But he clings onto the memories of her

Her, who he wants to be able to remember

All those times, he was there with her

and all those times he helped her forget

She makes merry with everything she finds

she runs far away, laughing all the while

He sits and cries, drunk up on all her fears

He sits and mourns, filling himself up with her happiness

While he burns himself he lets her shine

His light lights up for her who has forgotten

him. He dies, taking away her sins with

him. He smiles, lying lifeless, forgotten

~ Smruthi Bhat