DARKEST FACE

DARKEST  FACE

Its funny, why people lie..
wearing faces, masking cries..
nodding the zeal, with closed eyes..
pretending and whitewashing
for the things, manipulating their lives..
I’ve lived all their faces..
crafting and molding me,
just for their ease..
but I’m tired now.. of being me
‘n for all those times
I couldn’t stand, what they see.

Me with the longest shadows
and with the ugliest face,
that reaches, the other side of the lace..
I still don’t know…if it’s me
or just their spoors all over the place..
I’m crawling back to the doom..
and to those dark shadows in my room..
Wearing the most darkest shade..
I’ve became the shadow…
with the ‘Darkest Face’ !!

Endless Night

Endless Night

I couldn’t sleep for long
when i woke up
you were gone..
So many things that left unsaid
crawling and stabbing,
chopping my head
‘Chuck’, can’t stand it anymore..

cripple the touch, you adore
no more soothing, nor abhor
the endless night, to endure

 

darkness, left all around..
tried to focus
but nothing, was found..
stretched my hands,
in the space
molded stones
but there wasn’t any face,
that endless night,
swallowed it all
triggered in me, the endless fall.

 

Stunned, deprived
and alone
gloomy, tortured
and a bit frown
wide awake, in the middle of night..
cherishing the moments
of a hopeless fight..
walls around, squeezing me tight
I’m counting the seconds,
of an endless night.


I’M MIRROR ON THE WALL

I’M MIRROR ON THE WALL

I’m mirror on the wall,
deprived of life.. with no choice.
I’m the attestation of the life within,
I’m beholder of your beauty and ‘ve praised it true.
I’m the chum of your sorrow and to make you through
I’ve witnessed, for the joy ‘n parturition of you..
lying among your playmates I’ve been watching you.
time was evaporating rapidly, nathless for you.
narrating the faces, stood besides, with no clue.
I’m mirror on the wall, and let me tell you..

The vivid of the very first tear from your heart..
I still ‘ve footprints of what was tearing you apart,
Even though have asked you nothing,
wondering if the silence was some sort of soothing
I’ve waited long to see you back,
And then ‘ve seen your ruthless face pack,
wearing, a sloth smile and the happiness that you’ve compiled..
I was no more your playmate, there was no game.
The lucidity seems, was long gone but still I was the same..
reflecting you, your true name…

Time was coiling the poise..
and i’m still the same mirror on the wall,
deprived of life.. with no choice.

If you would have waited, I could tell you how
I’ve seen the prospects of your new name,
for all those vivid, the footprints and your game
witnessing you, cumulated into several ages,
time has written me a million pages..
now I’m seeing the old faces with new name..
Some are famous but out of fame,
with all of my faded site, now I’m not all that bright..
I’m still deprived of life but I believe..
I’m here, just to conceive those life full pages,
for you to receive…

I’m the mirror on the wall,
deprived of life.. with no choice.
and let me tell you, your true name,
I’m beholder of you and your fame.