I smile the past away,
I always look this way...
I talk along the way,
and the laughter creases my face...
I spend the nights so cold,
with a pretense inside my soul...
I feel the bright sun, shine,
and all that's hidden entwined...
There is always a reason to show,
a mask that I don't know...
There is always a reason to smile,
though laughter just makes you tired...
There is always a reason to know,
that when you walk away in the snow,
you might leave that place,
but the prints will always leave a trace...
You may smile as if you know,
but your shadow will never glow...
It will remain a faithful mirror,
showing the image of the buried sore,
frozen in the past's dirty snow...
© Karthik Adithya Singaraju
2 comments:
Karthik,
This was worth finding today.
The hidden inner self. Without any outer trace!!
The real inner self, hidden from everyone else.
Very clever and very true.
Eileen :)
it was really very well penned down karthik. hidden a lot of pain inside. cheers
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