I'm a liar, believe me.
I have talked to stones.
They caress me. They listen to me, for long.
I have a strange connection with grass.
She beautifies me. I love walking on her. It feels so strong.
I'm so blissful that I know how warm snow can be.
When I touch him, my heart melts with him.
It seems like he is singing my own songs.
I like staring at night. She tells me to be with her for all
the coming times.
We have created a really strong bond.
My incompleteness completes me. She is the greatest happiness
in me.
She corrects me and tells me where have I been wrong.
What is not me is becoming me, what is not me cannot become
me.
I believe she's become me.
And knows in real where do I belong.
But, I'm a liar. Believe me.
-Snehil Srivastava
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