Something untold

Do you have a one

A two, a three or a many

Ugly faces

Have any mask for it baby?

Nope? Get one for each

Coz out there a lot are there to judge

You keep the whole sheet white

Doesn't matter

But a single black dot on it

The sheet is spoilt

How relieving that silence seems

When you don't have to hunt words

To talk to people

How amazing it feels when

Your everything inside is ripped off

And you are amusing people in all possible way

And lastly you open your diary

To pen your grief

But your tears become the only ink in there

And just write a beautiful untold story

Sometimes it's better to wear masks

On the stage of life

Coz the stage is for the stars

Nevertheless back stage will always have the reality

That always remained untold

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Sadists

There used to be a cacophony Of things that never found any words Ironical, ain't it? It's a harangue of unheard things! But how it has no words, When a pair of ears lend to you. A daunting task of all To tell someone why you are well you! As if you are this thing They can fix! Now who would tell them That we ain't any sadist, Or any lovers of melancholies We just stopped getting disappointed.

She be my choice

Is my skin colour bothering you Are my words so hard That it feels like a knife through you Is it so hard to be empathetic Coz sitting here feels like I am a dreadful mess Whom you can't cherish Just coz my choices ain't same As defined by others Doesn't mean you make me So hard on myself I am trying so hard not to Fall for her But it's hard to stop drowning into her Coz she is a drug to me Her scent, her warm lips on mine I am driving wild without her presence Can you send her my love through this Coz I am afraid if I will be here Waiting for someone who is never meant to be mine Without her I am smelling death I know it's death coz I smelt it before When you blamed me to be myself And she is not any different than you I am not ashamed to have her as my Choice But I am ashamed to be somebody else's choice

Dwelled

Amidst those silent breezes There's a tide forsaken An infinite amount of thuds In those unwitty roars of laughters Lil twisted lil unravelled knots Binding two into one Two faces of innocence Turning into a nuisance Such a master of this game we are Leaving no stone undone Just coz we can't let go off it Yet, its a maze of mirrors Musing thee in one's search endlessly

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