The Masked Me......

My gaze cuts through me deep and it says I look rusted,
I now understand why my life's story is vehemently twisted,

I try to bring back the time when I had no need to scribble,
I try to erase the times when we quibbled,

But now I know, "fate is a two faced bitch!"
I wish my overworked mind had a "turn off" switch....

I look for the dreams to come true in broken eyelashes,
I look for the old me in the smile I put on those pretty faces,

I ve tried a lot, a lot more than I can sustain, just to find an answer,
For heavens will cry one day, "leave me alone, I am not a fighter"

The chase has been going on since I heard my soul cry,
The crease on my forehead is my soul's best alibi,

Am I nearing the story's end or is this just a pause?
whatever it is just tell me, still expecting an answer, what was the cause?

Just some more time and I ll be free,
The story will end soon and so will the misery,

You have very less time left- I want you to retort,
Please answer me before my rusted figure distorts......


Original by: Abhishek Patel.