Lie To Me

I asked you sometime ago 'Why don't you lie? One more lie... to lie is easy! you did it so many times I never mind such a lovely lie that you love me and that you can't live without me. lies are beautiful...aren't they? like rainbows, like mirages and like distant horizons.' But you never said it. I was depressed till realised one day that you're always afraid of telling the truth. You may tame the truth by lulling it with lies and prevent it from bursting out of your heart. But so oft I felt the blurted out chilly nitty-gritty sprinkled like rose-water on my face.