Farce

Were you hoping for something lighter? Sorry to disappoint.

The eyes are moist,
obscured by coal.
The outer self
deceives the soul.

Thronging thoughts
that none shall find,
lay imprisoned in the
fortress of the mind.

Words veiled
hollow in disguise,
masking the pain
of unknown sacrifice.

Volatile emotions,
hidden by muslin.
Pulsating blood,
suppressed by skin.

Hatred, naked,
For better of two.
Feelings farce,
Unfelt – the true.

Krishna R
II CSE