He was a man
with a happy face
people always trying
to be him
He was a charmer
for the world
a perfect husband
for his wife
a hero and a teddy
for his daughter
he knew the trick
to make them smile
but little did they all know
He was a man with Masks
and he knew to use them well
It was only Him,
his demons
and his diary
who knew
the Real Him !!

Black coffee
running in her system
was the only thing
keeping her warm
as the cold wind
continued to
mercilessly strike against
her body
and its bitter taste
lingering on her taste buds
helped her to mask
the bitterness of memories
that eroded her soul
as she stood there
on her balcony on a
winter eve.

The first ray
touched the horizon
marking the end
of the dark night
sky shrugged off
the dark attire
blushing a shade of crimson
as the warm rays
of winter sun
lingered on horizon
she stood there
holding her coffee mug
watching sky hide
itself with the
winter mist
as sun whispered
sweet nothings and
made morning sky
blush harder
those were the moments
she loves to steal
everyday
when its just
her
a coffee mug
and
the sunrise !!

Night starts fading,
stars begin to yawn;
time slowly drifts towards
the most awaited dawn...

She knew,
she was different
and that
she wont fit in
they'd never accept her
as the real her
she knew
there are boundaries
always to be kept
and
there are lines
never to be stepped on
that there are limits
never to be crossed...

They knew
she was different
and that
being different was
not here choice
it was in her
like an instinct
and knew the chances
of her dying
if they tried to
change her
but still
they ordered her to
change !!

Surrendering to them
just to be accepted
and
to be normal
like others
she decided to change
and
after fighting a war
killing her dreams
and a part of her soul
she was finally able
to supress her
wired side and
was Ordinary
like others !!

He let, his soul, loose
purposefully
to get lost in the
dark alleys
of forbidden land
wandering
with nowhere to go
searching
for his missing pieces
leaving behind
nothing
but a faint trace
of his scent mixed with hope
in the acrid air
hope...
that someday
someone will actually
make an effort
to find his lost soul
and make him
complete.

I'm tired
pretending to be strong
playing "i don't care" game
hiding behind happy masks
faking beautiful smiles
putting on the "good girl" facade
living my life their way
stopping the tears from flowing
building my walls higher and higher
When all i want to do is
to Scream
to Yell
to let my tears
roll down my cheeks
to let them know
that i exist
to live my life my way
to let my heart, beat
on a new rhythm
but then
i'm scared
of the consequences
of the destruction
i will bring
and its then
i take in a deep breath
and let the silence
take over.