Figuratively speaking

Honest eyes stare back
tears sliding down the cheeks

But as my glance rests on the smile
it takes me completely by surprise..

Tragedy seems shattered
Comedy finds its mark
Reality demurely walks in
more endearing than all the princely fantasies around

For it might be that
the knife was supposed to kill her
But he was holding it
upside down

Ludicrous

A mundane day
inching along..
cloaked in lethargy
wearing it as a gown

slipping on its endlesss threads
falling on our face
in front of a crowd
holding on to it.. like a clown

no..it means more to me
i cannot give it away
its what i am ..u see
(using it a shield)

Its true ..u know
I cant find myself inside nowadays
But its a lovely cloak..
keeps me ... away

Mild Hysteria

alone on a sidewalk
her legs are criss-crossed
sitting down on the pavement
her vacant eyes stare

with colours of magic all around her
in her secret chamber she waits
head bowed low, as if in prayer
hands clasped tight around her waist

the mirror is cracking
all seems fake, unreal
like a marching army
the crowd gathers around her

curiosity..curiosity...
a burning question all around
they can sense it too now
the moment is approaching

as she looks around
her last sight is a blur
the hunger gets to her
before the poison....