The ink was dry as sand,
It was there where I left it,
My pen, covered with dust,
It didn't write,
For a long span of time,
That time, was rough.
It showed the harshness of life,
Taught me how
An honest heart can't speak,
But the masked face should,
Something emphasized as maturity.
How lying and deception
is the new smart,
A World, where love is an alibi
for a night of pleasure
or a kiss, an appetizer.
A friend an advantage,
Or a parent, a bank.
It took time to sum it up all,
Cried at the empty nights,
For a hint to solve,
But I understood one thing,
Its not worth a try.
Time and the world,
have the rules, that
They will make you abide by.....
Mentioning about the time, where I nearly left writing, as my life was miserable, but she wanted me to write again, so sat and wrote this first poetry after Resurrection of my poetry feelings.....n
