Beguiling wrongs

February 22, 2013 § 2 Comments

And its not about the grass that is being chopped apart

It is the sprinkled water over it

That adds the glitter to the murder

It makes it look so glamorous like the sunshine in the spotlight

Reflecting each face in paradise

The truth is harsh

That face is a mask

The murderous act is sweetened with the ingredients of reasons

Softening the reactions of the witnesses

And everyone is left glad and relieved by the treason.

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Tumultuous

December 5, 2012 § Leave a comment

Should I celebrate or mourn?

You left me all alone

To make way for a ‘nice’.

 

The layers have build up of the cast

It pains my heart to see the start

Of the happy, mesmerized life

I had asked for your love

Rejection is all you replied

Then came by a dream.

Everything I had asked for you in

Everything caring, everything frank

Perfect. He loves me with all his might.

 

Am so confused

Its like a roller coaster ride

I have been forced upon

 

I am so damaged n crippled

That a simple beam of sunlight makes me want to run away and hide

Goodness seems wrong. Everything wrong, right.

Acceptance is being so hard

Am fighting and avoiding with all my might.

 

All my energies, still craving for you

But you have already pushed me aside

I have nowhere to go but to the inviting light

Its calling my name all the while I am straining to hear a word from you

 

Oh nothing seems right

Nothing seems right

Swallow me inside n build a new me after the turmoil.

The Witness

February 22, 2012 § 2 Comments

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Illusion

January 30, 2012 § 1 Comment

We live in the illusions of our life. We live in the illusion that everything is going all right. We fall hard on our face, still that slight smile attracts us more. Makes us forget all the sadness we bore.

We know what is right and what is wrong. Still we go on doing the wrong, hoping it’ll become right. Till that is right, goes out of our sight.

We live in the illusions of our life because we like this way. A drug, a thrill, we create the sway. Our life, our way.

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