Aashim - Facade

These faces need to change,

this façade needs to end.

Drawn by my ignorance,

I stumble to defend.


Bewitched a little,

I start to fall,

mind first;

feeling appalled.


Questions tethered.

Answers too.

Uncertainty delivers

leaving voices blue.


Open to speak


A truth to tell


A game to play


A door to seek?


Out of this,

a memory burns.

Distant,

yet I stall to turn.


Immature as I,

you fail to listen.

Screams prevail,

till parting backs glisten.


As façade’s fall,

I seem to feel

like a whirlwind

out of the storm.