My Lies, poured into his eyes,
Tear drops of false pretenses;
I called him my beloved,
But just for the sake of appearances.
I smiled, hiding my hatred,
Yet the mirror showed my reality;
The acid that lies beneath the rose water,
All colorless but without the clarity
The venom in my blood ran deep,
Deeper than love on my lips;
The fire inside me raged to burn,
The one whom I blamed for my slips
He cared, and I felt his love,
Still, the will to hurt was strong;
I desired my deserved justice,
No matter: if through right or wrong.
My lies, I poured into his eyes
Tear drops of a rotten heart;
The person I used to call my own,
My mission was now to break him apart…
--Katyaini Ranjan Choudhary
*The Script of Doom hides behind my lyrical smiles.
P.S- It's posted in my blog under a different name, "Behind these Smiles."