Treasure Island

Pankaj Kumar

(13th Oct 1989 / Bokaro, India)

Let's dance with the lie


One way or another
the truth will come
but before that
let's dance with the lie

Nobody knows
where we will land up
but before that
let's fly above the sky

People will say
we are crazy to dream
but before that
let's show them how crazy love can be

Things will turn around
from light to darkness
but before that
let's dazzle the world with our love

We will get apart
sooner or later
but before that
let's omit the space between our souls.

Nothing will be left
but some faint memories with few
so before that
let's celebrate the life together for the memory to few.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013
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