In the feigned armour I stand with a hollow smile With the shrouded bruises Underneath a colorful array Painting it with the hues of crimson Bleeding implicitly The lips praise the hues And those eyes question My fainting smile Devoid of words my silence says
Tell me how to master The art of draping everything To bandage every bleeding scar With a memory of joy To hide every tear With a hearty laughter To forget every torment Hearing the words of praise To caress every nightmare With a blissful dream And bury every disbelief With the heart of hopes
Tell me how to live When the caged soul Has breathed its last And despair had carved A home within my heart In the feigned armour Stand I, a carcass
We aren't heartless; Just changed with times; We cry with everything but tears, Mourning things with our smiles. We carry on disguised as strong With the scars and pieces Held within as a mosaic; Living in a body with a dying soul.
We haven't forgotten things; Just ornamented them, Living with them silently Burying every sigh down, Swallowing every word of love As a poison to the self, Killing in peace slowly.
We aren't stone hearts; Just shielding the naive cores Filled with virginal feelings, Against the red hands And the smirking faces, The giggling faces on the back Lending shoulders in light.
We aren't what you judge; In the deepest of hearts We are the same but A better learnt and built. We change indeed! Isn't it what you forced us into?
Underneath the shades of deodar; With the lullabies of birds And inciting eastern winds, With rains pouring Down to the crevices, Binding the lacerations And with its symphony. Filling the air with music Peace is all to be heard!
The falling droplets Are the words of my love, That in silence converse With every touch melting On the skin of yours, Drenching you to the cores With the love of mine. The language of hearts Is finally conversed!
Though distances are there, Yet these countless drops, Bind our faraway lands And connect our souls While the hearts long To embrace and be completed. O love! How many more Rains in longingness Are yet to be lived through?
Unleash the skin ; embodying the beast In disguise of a man Crush the heart; that has turned to a stone And with every beat pulsates malevolence Lust and evil desire
O fallen man How could you raise an eye Towards the blossoming soul And ink her with an eternal scar That will bleed in times Of joys and of sorrows Of raised eyes and hushed murmurs Imbibing her fragile mind To the worst of life and of man
Didn't the tears of innocence Thaw the being of yours? Didn't the shrieks of piety Shackle the consciousness of yours?
O fallen man! Of corpses and beastly desires Didn't it wrench the soul of yours?? ' To devour the piety of virtues And the spirit of humanity.
The dark hand came past me but how do i hold on to thee, for the flaws of mine are yet to be corrected and redemption yet to be done. The mistakes of my life yet to be considered and faults yet to be acted upon.
How shall i greet thee death? when i had been living with the desires of world, forgetting the existence of thine and that the deeds are to be revealed The acts to be answered; When you free my soul and collapse my being With a blow of yours.
Liberty was mine to have, O Illusive world Had you not bewitched my being.