I close my eyes to look inside you I see nothing, is it 

because of your shallowness or are you 

Puppet?

Hallow from outside and hollow from the inside, is it your fear and drained body of emotions or have you sacrificed it to the wicked one?  

Mask on mask and your face I look at, I see promises and faith until the mask comes off and vanishes in the air. 

Whom do I count on? The mask I see or another mask behind it?

Though I am walking with you on the dead end and though you are holding on to me with care all I can see is melancholy in the air and darkness ahead. Is it that you are walking me to my grave?

                              Reverse Motion

Do you believe that life has a reverse motion? For people who F*** with feelings and who render emotions.

For who play games and commit barbaric errors,forgetting this world is a rear-view mirror.

Oblivious about the rules they still play with emotions, creating a picturesque and a fake notion.

They commit sins till their inner ghost is satisfied, leaving the persons psyche dead and utterly petrified. And if you believe in reverse motion postulate. Let me tell you one time, only characters change, situation remains the same every time.

No, now you can not hide your tale of depravity.

You know why? Because Karma is Gravity.

                     Guess who?

It has been almost three months and I didn't write a single poem, God knows why but I just couldn't write.I was not happy about it. Seeing me in low spirits my friend Gauren sent me this picture around 2 am and asked me to write a poem on it, I had no clue who this man was and I asked my friend to tell me about him but he insisted  me to write first and then promised that he'd tell me. I managed to jot down few lines, they are not that good but it definitely helped to me gain the vibe I had lost and after I wrote few lines Gauren told me about this man and I hate myself for not recognizing him without the get up. I've watched him my whole childhood and I was unable to guess who he was. Let me know if you guessed it right. It is a free verse. 

Pinch of pain but peace at the same time, what can I rhyme  for these bewitching eyes?

Bags filled under with dreams and wishes. Lips parted they smiling of tired cliches.

Can you see through this well suited man? Inside him reside a soul with no life span. On the right, no left!

Somewhere in between is his heart right working, full perished but clean.

The Deceased 

Look into my soul I won't promise you gold but only reflection of you which is hiding from the truth the selfless you lost in this herd and the dead you who was always unheard. Look into my eyes I won't promise you beauty but the tough times you went through and the times when you were found guilty,so when you find all of the above and betrayal somewhere in my eyes get that I wasn't mesmerized by you but your dead soul which now reflects mine.

Bleak Yet Hopeful.

Wandering on a passage which access only end. 

Still walking with my broken heart hoping it will mend. Hoping it to mend I have risked it all again. 

Not a pinch of fear left because its already incapacitated and fabricated with promises and with unfulfilled raw wishes. Now that I am forsaken-ed by love and a commended body With a perished soul I have befriended melancholy. Been massively multiplayed I am Exclusive about feelings 

I guard em more, than my physical self I protect my inner self more and don't you agree its alot easier to fall in sheets(bed) than to feel for someone and stop your heart beats?