UGLINESS

i ran and ran...

was running all the while,

but i couldn't escape..

from the burning truth and all the deeds,

my own deed and plans,

the suffering is long and painful...

i don’t know how to escape from those staring eyes...

hiding the pain the hurt...

in which now i am a expert..

i used to be innocent and clean...

the calm on my face and the smile...

i feel like sinned...

today is no-one’s fault

its just mine..

i stay happy and laugh..

at-least i pretend to be..

involve myself in endless conversations...

so my lie shouldn’t collapse..

it should remain forever....

people get annoyed but i laugh and laugh

until i cry and till then people are gone..

they have seen the happy part with the gleaming eyes..

lets not make them see the ugliest part ...

sore eyes, spoiled and smeared mascara...

lets not see the ugliness that stays inside me..

the demon will cut out my heart...

and make me believe someday that i can’t do it anymore..

inside a happy frame stays a witch..

which i cant let out..

i scream i cry when they haunt me...

the memories of my past and the darkness..

i stay in dark like trapped...

pain, it never leaves me..

i fight one more night and win over my filth..

alas! there will be a morning .. the sun will rise..

again i ll rinse my face with the tears ...

will have to wear a mask of happiness...

and walk with a bunch of happy people to hide the ugliness inside....