The loud music,the praising people,the gathering of crowd,
What lies underneath this?
Lies,faces,truths,fables,tales, memories,and what?
You shine, bright and brilliant like always..
Yet why are your eyes vacant at times?
Live like this,live like that,but where is life?
Why is life more like a chain?
And heart it's prisoner?
Wanton,no heart is not..
Greedy,no heart is not..
Tempted,tempting,no heart is not..
For it stands alone..
Amidst the crowd of smiles,it bleeds alone,
Amidst the crowd of tears,it smiles alone..
It dances alone,it breaks alone..
And where is this heart?
Is it also in your mind?
Heart wanders alone,even in your body,it get lost and not found..
It's still alone..
YOU ARE READING
The destroyed me...
PoetryJust some words,if it heals someone,helps someone in hard time,then words have value..