Undressing emotions

10 09 2012

Here is a life as it goes,

Bluff and gimmick empty show.

Bond that look rosy and comfy,

Played anchor’s holding me hard

Walking against waves and winds

Without map or chart.

The rout I stroll were my own,

The costs paid were deep wounds.

All this just because I never wanted to cinch like masses

Was I stupid for what all things I did?

All that struggle for ascend; and fame

With no game and pelf.

     I have been fair to go out with my head erect,

All I deserve is all men’s respect.

It haunts me to be myself.

I pay cost of it by taking wounds on heart.

I am secure to be me, but not the part of clan

      I never can hide myself from me,

I see what others may never see,

I know what others may never know,

I don’t want to sore with injuries on my heart,

For being all good to thou

And make me run away for what I mean by ‘me’.

           But then I m tired of being maneuver and opposed

I am about to give up on me.

 And then I can glue a mask in which everyone likes me.