Friday, February 25, 2011


Sitting on sand, watching the setting sun

the world seems beautiful and serene.

Just as you see the beautiful carpet,

and not the dust that I swept underneath

You came, you saw and you thought you conquered

convinced that you had pulled off a perfect rescue

I too played along and appeared cornered

Not letting you know that I was saving you

Those unkind words and vicious deeds

I assured you, had been all forgotten

For you, it was convenient to believe

the nice facade over the core that's rotten.