THE MASK

Some bitter truths are so beautifully wrapped with a few sweet justifications that even emotional disparities can easily be put aside with melted heart, thoughtless acceptances and innocent smiles, until and unless you actually notice the the grey shadow of shrewd souls behind the white curtains designed by the weavers who are good at embroidery but still amateur at painting, painting the world with new stories.

I peeped inside but it was too late for me to train an army of thoughts and send them into the battlefield of belief where there were no confrontations between the reality and introspection. I surrendered myself when there was a lot of hue and cry about the decision of our respective fates. Fact is still the same which was before the start of my inner conflict between the mystery of life experienced till date and the hidden path to that bitter truth coated with some sweet expressions ever imagined. 

I am still loitering in the corridors of this building - Building of doubtful standard but still with some amazingly beautiful patterns which depicted trust and loyalty which most probably had no historic symbolization or historic relations. I am still wondering why life is such a known Mystery!

ZENITH OF HOPE

The day begins, and thought emerges,
Into the sea of hopes and darkness.
I repent for the things i lost
And soon i realize that my heart seizes as a frost.
Those were the days i couldn't enjoy and still there my heart and mind lies.
I always waited for the happier moments to come
But, it had to be found out is what the world cries.
There were so many changes, a bit misplaced,
How to tackle was the question raised
Wanted to get rid of things that were fake;
But, did not even dare, don't know for whose sake.
I loitered in the prairies of ideas and value
Peeped into myself, deeply, to decipher something new,
And, introspected and assessed, there was no light of zeal within
In the sheer, black shade, disappeared my shadow i had seen.
Then the sun sets, hues of it fading,
However I wanted it to stay for some more time,
Staring at sky, i saw the bright, lovely moon smiling at me,
In the world of grave darkness, where it managed to shine.
I asked myself, why people say, "day comes after every black night",
When the beauty of moon, along with twinkling stars put an end to every one's plight.
Suddenly. someone called, and i landed into my world
To challenge and defeat my loneliness, my hollowness,
For the sake of my dreams,and my aims,
To fill some happiness inside the lane of emptiness.