He was a man of many facades
Unknown to himself besides.
Hidden behind the various twists and turns
Was a world he himself was ignorant of.
Frosted with beauty and glitter,
His words were haven.
To all.
There was a way
Of making things seem real
And simple
And if he was there
Then all mysteries were seemingly unraveled
Spread out into silks and satins
Draped adorningly for the world to see,
All smooth and soothing.
A god he sometimes would be.
Could be.
Remya Sasindran
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-atheist-said-this/
