A thousand sorrows entrenched in a warm smile,
A million tears drowned in the depths of the twinkling eyes..
Twinkling not ‘cos of the joy that is his,
But ‘cos of the pretentious tears of happiness,
That keeps him driving.

His heart, no one’s able to find,
A forbidden gift that curses all,
With the knowledge that all’s not well,
With the one, who seems to forever keep on smiling.

A mask of pretension  is all that remains,
Remove it, and a child looks out of the dark,
One who never learnt to survive the forest where deception runs wild,
Sporting an appetite for the innocence in the unmasked child..

A freaky two-faced monster, feeding on his own emotions,
Trampling on the feelings that define him,
Distancing himself from those that care,
Trying to draw in strangers near..


Succeeding in bringing a temporary smile on someone’s lip,
Forever losing his own..
The innocence all seems lost,
The mask becoming his true face..

Looking back, he finds the path of thorns he walked on,
Looking on, he finds the paths strewn with hurdles unknown..
But he fails to look beside him,
To notice those who want just another glimpse,
Of the child who once smiled from the heart and honest eyes..

A two-faced monster, that’s what he has become,
Looking at the mirror, a mask is all he sees..
But hidden from the sight, still burns bright,
The twinkle in the eyes of the child,
Visible now, only to the eyes that really care to see…