Truth Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

I love you with little love and much fear. I want you or not, I welcome you or not; you have to drop in my place to show me my portrait hanging on my mute wall.

Why do you come and with your icy hands
touch my flirt with my lies? Don't you know I am so warm with them in the painted spring and with painted butterflies!

Don't you know a lie like Helen kisses my kisses and spews sweet honey in her lovely poison! And a lie like Cleopatra hugs me with her asp that gets all venom from her mistress!

Why do you come and upset my pack of lies buzzing like flies in my sweetmeat life?
Why do you come when your age is gone long and forgotten!

I can't drink you like the strong drink I drink.
I can't eat you up as you will make me bring you up in the toilet. I can't burn you down as you can set fire to my personal tulip garden. I beg you not to come.

I love you with no love. I fear you with all fear. Let me live with my lies that bring me my fairies with the wings that write my stories like poems on their fairy like wings.