The walls of palaces hide secrets,as if all seeing eyes cannot see through it..
The gates locked,as if omnipresent presence cannot catch the whiff of betrayal..
Sometimes comparison hurts,still,compare we all,
With our vanity,with our fake smiles and with our polite gesture..
Who is more forgiving,who is more kind,who is more forgetful..
And I see,myself winning each time..
Because,I have forgotten even your names now..
And I know,I am a very good actor..
The wishpering wind,the burning wounds,the pleasure moans..
Everything touches me..
But indifferent I am..
Obeying my own code of conduct..
Of a lover..
Of a partner..
Of a parent .
Of a child..
