Broken
The smile seems so real, but its happiness isn’t, The tears definitely real, but their sorrow isn’t, When the eyes stand deceived by mere expressions, You wonder how really deep are all those emotions. The happiness, the sorrow, are but
The smile seems so real, but its happiness isn’t, The tears definitely real, but their sorrow isn’t, When the eyes stand deceived by mere expressions, You wonder how really deep are all those emotions. The happiness, the sorrow, are but
The widest smile fills your face, atleast till they turn their back, Then the grimness hiding right behind, proudly comes back, Not just the face, it claims more than its share of your mind, Confident enough, to this defection, everyone
The clock may have stopped, but time still goes on, And always more of the road, appearing from the horizon, The moments seem but milestones running out of distance, As you strive to extract more from life than existence. You
Tired for the day, as the sun lets go, of its fast mellowing beams, I begin my daily walk, past my life’s long-abandoned dreams, Some just stare, some greet me with a smile, some with a tear, Some try to
At the break of dawn, life has already begun, Amidst the victor and vanquished, the task is half done, Those unfortunately alive, are pre-occupied with the dead, To notice the direction in which to futilely head. The unborn generations would