BY RAMYA GANGADHARAN
Is it done or just over?
The theatrics of scarring veins
the dance of whispered tears
the gimmick of fashioned care!
Does it hurt or just smoulder?
for your life is but a theatre
for others to view and ponder.
A consoling heart is a dream
Coz to the world you are mean.
A friend on standby is none
Coz you are heard nor seen.
Is it breaking or just shattered?
It's broken and cracked.
The bright light is faded
The glow seems now washed
That innocence is now jaded.
That ivory tower will not stand
for your ground is but marshy land.
The promises where you fumble
Soon it will shake and crumble.
Is it Redemption or Reconciliation?
Can you leave it to chance?
When hope too wouldn't give a second glance.
Does your heart whisper?
tell you that the flame will flicker!
The dreams will one day crash
because your thoughts are trash.
Do you have a shoulder to cry on?
Coz life will thrash you hereon.
Is there anything left or is it finished?
The conspiracy is still brimming
and the begging bowl still open.
The brazenness is still living
The guilt will bring in the doom
The stab will one day wound.
You thought the lies were not seen
But the betrayal was foreseen.
The worst is yet to be borne
For the sins you will atone.