Monday, August 27, 2007

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.


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.

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