Messy hair , sleepy face
Blurred vision or the pace ?
Somewhere a knife lay hidden,
A seer pain and urge starts within.
Was it my end or 'the beginning'?
Oozing blood , down my hand
Loosing grip on my life
And death , by my side .

Yes , I know it.
Even In the darkness of my dark beating heart , I know I would have loved him , all right .
You see ?
Even the dead has a heart.

She was a woman ,not great as he
but there hid a caliber which she couldn't see.
An unknown talent that lay hidden ,
which she has stuffed and pushed within .
A coy face,
and a masquerade.
Slender shape
and a pretty face.
He , a bloke of high reverence,
his eyes so glittering and dense .
Has become a man of fame and pride ,
from a mere boy who struggled for life.
Modern charm,
generous and calm.
beguiling smile
and a high profile.
Both pose some similarities,
maybe their talent or their great disparities.
both ignored for being different
and, maybe that's what made them both friends.
They've been together for years now,
both clung onto true love.
Both have laid all the plans for tomorrow,
Every joy and every sorrow.

I laid down and looked at the stars in the sky
and wondered why they are up so high.
Seeking attention of the viewers eye
and can only be felt with a sensitive sigh.
But don't you think they are high and dry?

Unlike the clouds he can't shed tears.
He had many pains , but no one to hear .
His life to him was so precious and dear
But now he is going to face his worst fear
that , by dawn he would forever disappear.
But does he deserve the phase he bears?

Similarly , seemed the case of the clouds
They're on the verge of tears , I doubt .
The whole bunch seems to burst out loud
But can't determine the reason in the crowd.
But why are their ethereal face been moult ?

Her curly hair was dripping wet.
Her braws were lined with regret .
She got many reasons to fret ,
and many heartaches over which she had wept .
But does she deserve the fate she had met?