Mask

We are all happy

We are all sad

Is it the phase we face

Or the mask we choose

We may not cry

We may not laugh

We even don’t know the reality

Are we ever in a pursuit to know it,

In illusion we live

Happily wearing the mask

Mask to please

Mask to win

Mask to mask the emotions

That would maketh us weak

Mask of sanity

Mask of vanity

Mask showing no emotions

Which mask are we to wear today?

The Purpose...

The last day of my life,

I still have no clue,

I came, we lived and here I go,

There was always a desire,

In my heart like those millions,

All this while I was searching,

Something that I didn’t know,

A sorcerer’s stone of happiness,

In morose state I lived through,

Every minute and second with the hope,

That one day I will find the truth,

Today I stand here,

Looking around,

All those days have passed by,

What do I have that makes me happy?

A dream never attained,

A path that made no sense,

A life that never found the truth,

I have lived through,

Do I smile to have lived through?

Or remorse the agony in the heart

The last day of my life,

I still have no clue,

I came, we lived and here I go….

BlueSong

Of last one of the songs that caught my thought has been Vera Hall's - Trouble So Hard. The strong powerful voice clearly exemplifies pain and agony. With the same thought I wrote something similar, its called "BlueSong".... Simple yet it personifies my state of mind :)

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This is a troubled heart,

Day and night,

Who knows but me and father?

This troubled heart.

Spring noon,

I walked the roads,

Clear sky,

I was blue.

This is a troubled heart,

Day and night,

Who knows but me and father?

This troubled heart.

Sunday morning.

I woke to a song,

Day was bright,

I was blue.

This is a troubled heart,

Day and night,

Who knows but me and father?

This troubled heart.

Dubious mind

the dawn one sun bringth,

Olive leaves that basks in the light,

the cacoon her life is over,

a beautiful flower the butterfly that feeds me,

is she the lady we call nature,

or does it show thy weak op'th gender,

Shall I not question her beauty,

may it not bring no dubitare,

no frowns but smile it bringth,

life in art thou shall exist

If I could change....

Its true, its true,

That you didn’t feel the words my heartfelt,

May be I didn’t see this coming well,

If there is one more thing I could change,

I would start our lives with a new beginning…

This has come so far,

I cant see you in my life any more,

If there is something I could change,

I would erase the bitterness in our lives…

Never will I be able to get you,

Hope this song tells how much I need you,

If there is something that I could leave for you,

I would leave everything behind jus for you…

I really love you, yes I really do,

When I close my eyes all I could think of is you,

If there is one last breathe in my life,

I would wish to see your smiling face…

It's you

My mind filled with empty space,

If your name is the echo there,

There is nothing I need more,

If life needs a reason, I have found what it takes...

The poets lied about beauty of the rose,

May be not they didn’t see you coming,

If literature needed a metaphor,

I would find you in those thousand books….

May be my life seems astray,

Every smile of yours bring in life a new ray,

I don’t need credence to know love,

What is love if it doesn’t involve you...

Psyched this life

A birth this lonely, a life this lovely,

A smell of flower forgotten,

The smile of an angel seized its existence,

Where are we heading to,

Life that was once a journey,

Life that now seeks a destiny,

The void voice vibration in this mind,

We dont know what is destined,

We play god to create our destinations,

No one for ourselves have to walk,

Complex games in this chaos,

What is my life,

What is my destiny,

Where is my Journey,

The people I ever loved,

Faded like a tear drop in the ocean,

The places that I cherished,

Destroyed like the castle built in the wind,

Selfless helpless with this pain,

seeking the diction yet no words to explain,

Am I dead that is living,

Or am I living dead,

Neither ways this makes no sense,

I forever the person who I hated to be,

I have turned the evil I hated to live...