Iti Kesarwani
Standing here in a masquerade,
Wearing a lace-like mesh of pretense and wan smile I took cover under the mask
Bitter and scattered
Bereft, betrayed, torn into pieces Quiescent, shattered patches of wounds His words lanced through
Unclad feelings
A fleece of emotions Changing hues
Red in my heart Spilled into the veins That pain ebony Though soul remains Whiter than white Pain alighted on hope;
Dazed by demolition of faith I broke this cage
Like fibers melts
These metallic shackles
Even those ice cubes of sweet nothings You dollop,
Couldn’t freeze my heart Blazing with scars
All ye need to know Nothing can vamp
My Heart, My Soul and Life!