Trading Stories

I have a story
about us.
You may like it.

Is it true?
Certainly not.
But it is a
most satisfying
lie.

Hmm..
The truth?
Truth has no words,
You know that.
Wonder why people
claim to speak it.

You have the truth.
or half of it.
My half
is a twinkle in the eye
shrugging off
the words
with no meaning
chuckling softly
at this frantic search
for a cloak that fits.

Let the truth be.
Let us trade stories
Till these new clothes
Fit better.

• By Jo Aggarwal.