"No, no " I quip, In sheer mirth, flowing. Racing around, Early morn blues forgotten, Silly fights, for nothing, I find you, grinning, Eyes twinkling in delight.
"Don't you dare give me, That look of yours- ever so innocent!" I pout, ever so stern. "Oh yeah?" challenge brimming, Your lips curve into a smile, A half smile, crooked, And I force away my smile!
Tit for tat, I retort, Making faces, I run. Oddly strange, our ways really are. Childlike joys, we often share. "Lemme see how far you'd go, Wait till I get my hands over you" You tell me, in menacing tones!
Laughing hard, I try to ease my way, Away from your hold, And then, you grin, at me, Sheepish a smile, ever so coy. Exasperated, I sigh! "Never give me that look" I warn, Yet you smile, your I-give-up smile.
And I sit back, Catching my breath. Flashing my I-won-this-one grin. And then, off the sudden, You catch hold of me, tickling me, Leaving me beaten, disheveled, And I can't help, but revel, in your love!
I sit cozy, in the comfort of your arms, Smiling hard, beaming beet red, Breathless, with your laughter, Tickled pink, with your love, Blessed, with you, Of you.
"No, no! Blessed is our love, and us!" You whisper into my ears, And I lie back, Content, Purring, In love!
Crawling beneath the skin, Lurking beyond the depths, Living on. A silent kill, When expressions fake itself, Words hurl at itself, When neither you nor me, Stay sane, untainted, Its then, that we are devoured, Possessed, Corrupted, By the worms, Worms of ingenuity, so stale.
The bustling market streets, Where merchants yell, Vendors sing out loud, Calling on, loud and clear. Prices rain, some high, Some low, yet ever moving.
The many buyers, waiting on, Sweating profuse, beads dropping, Not from the scorching heat, But the price they have to pay. The bargains many, anticipations, On deals pushed forth, accurate aims.
Amidst all the hustles, I saw a figure, walk on, Aimless stroll, wandering alone, Bleeding sole, rugged hands, Drugged, by the blistering heat, Shooed away by all, he walked on.
His eyes seemed searching, As if on a hunt, a quest, unknown, He moved forth, beady eyes spying. As the market spiced up, peak hours, I saw him wait, endlessly, And then, the night did set in, calm.
As the shutters dropped, the shops closed, As silence hit the streets, he waited on, And then, he screamed aloud, as if to the world, In rags of despair, he strolled on, shrieking, Rummaging waste bins, for traces of food, And drinking in, the cruelty of the world, yet again.
And the world slept on, in the calm of the night, Where beggars lose sanity, and the world loses humanity-
And a vacuous pin drop silence echoes on, and on...
Sometimes its easy, to pretend, To be- that she or he. Amidst a crowd of unknown faces, Behind a mask, so well fitted, I turn to be she, in all charms.
Her smile could feel special, to the oblivious, Her laughter enigmatic, amidst suppressed tears. Full of zeal, she can make heads turn, ever so, And warm the many souls- all it takes is a mask. The gentle ease, in her demeanor, sheer projections, It could win a lot of hearts, in every possible note. Some things in life are worthy, of all the acts, And some are like black gold, dug from the very deep, Waiting to be polished, hidden glory unearthed, Hoping for the embers to glow, astral.
Sometimes its easy, to say, I don't give a toss. When all you know is, you care a deal, And a big deal, at it, No matter how much you try otherwise.
Her aloofness could be self restraint, so hard, Has it ever occurred to you, I wonder? Possibly not. The many emotions, hidden beneath her flimsy veil, Eyes awake, in dead fear,of her pretenses pried open. It gets so easy to smile, and laugh, fake displays, And then someday, it sinks in, a feeling of detachment. A million questions of one's own existence, And its then, you question your own integrity. She could find herself, a masquerade, even to herself, A stranger in the mirror, and then, she ceases to exist.
Sometimes its easy, to let go, To leave things the way they are. Being non judgmental about your true self, And living it off, dropping the masks, Maybe then, you'd find, the mirror shatter, right before you!
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