I came from a land far, far away

Where silence was omnipresent.

Where solitude was a hazy mist,

And I was as simple as a peasant.

And now this life fast and furious

Through it I must make my way.

But how to enjoy this dreariness

Is the greater question I face today.

The arrogance of the self-professed right

To accuse the other of the dirty deed.

The deed that only they might have done,

But the voice of reason they do not heed.

What worse than the self-professed right,

For whom to deny wrongdoing is being cool and hip.

Where has the 'basic human respect' deserved,

Disappeared from those who profess 'friendship'?

When I sit down to look at myself,

I see a decaying core so worn out

By years of love deserted in a jiffy

For some humanity within, I scout.

Loving someone more than yourself,

Either teaches you to be loved back so,

Or to never love someone so much again.

Alas, with the second lesson in life I go.

This broken spirit like an albatross

So heavy, I carry from day to day.

The walls grew up in great haste,

Before anything that I could say.

The feet of my now-broken spirit,

I drag, as I duel with this sadness.

The vanishing smile took away

With it the joy, and left this mess.

These disconnected words, my only shelter.

Rivulets that flow with the tears and the pain.

My mind a brimming chalice of emotions,

Erupts with words in order to remain sane.

The strongest of emotions diluted by them,

The faintest of hopes revved up in a moment.

My words are my life, strength and weakness,

And mostly my only source of atonement.

I do not reward friends with success

For I am neither the lord nor king.

My head I bow in meek servitude,

Before all that in this world is living.

How can I, epitome of imperfections,

Seek to give when I myself am in need?

In this world where learning never ends

Of what 'success' can I be the seed?

The veil of suspicion so dark and dense,

Relegates the true face to the unseen.

Noble intentions die the shameful death,

To remove this veil nobody is keen.

The masters of the destiny so glorious,

Are mere hapless prisoners of the veil.

This veil of constant public scrutiny,

A lifetime of misunderstanding it entails.

The path of forgiveness is hard to find,

And tougher it is to walk on the flame.

The flame of rage that still flares up,

And those of pain the heart can't tame.

So let us not reach that stage of life

Where success is like a petulant bride.

Forgiveness is a path you can't walk

So let us not make mistakes in our stride.

The man who stabbed and ran away

Now stands proud among the crowd.

His shimmering smile won them over

And to his rustic charms they bowed.

The secrets of his deeds held back

By the pain inflicted by his action.

One day the gates will flood open,
To his web of lies, a natural reaction.