When its dark...

it may be the clouds, shrouding the crescent of the moon

unable to pour out the lumin

When I smile...

it may not be happiness...just the inverse

for, like the shrouds enveloping the moon

my smile shrouds my wounds

a shield- i hold so dear, for should it slip perchance...

my tumultous grief shall be washed ashore

to be stared curiously by all,

and bring derisive joy in some.

In this world of lies, deceit has always worked wonders

may be I am still learning...

to survive

So, as you go chasing your share of skies

I'll don my charade of glittering smiles,

and will try to befriend the piece of Earth beneath my feet.

They say Time heals

and I wander in space...waiting for time to find me

They say memories fade, life goes on

They must be right

may be I am still learning ...

still achieving

still pursuing

may be i am still learning...

till I am breathing...

see, I am breathing...