The Eyes

Another reason to give thanks for the eyes

is that; they always defy plots by the smile

to hide traces of inner hate and despise.

Windows to some souls ooze bitterness than bile

while precious ones are as clean as a newborn’s slate.

Understandably, no one loves everything.

It is absolutely stupid to hide hate,

unless you’ll always wear shades, you’re doing nothing.

Disguised despise is not wise despise for one;

can only sweep dirt under the carpet cloth

till the carpet itself dirties. No one won.

Blatant hate is better hate, better yet-loathe.

As we embrace, you probably think I bug.

Too bad that eye can’t see your eyes as we hug.

Fading to Darkness

I’m afraid I’ve gone from being modest,

now I’m swelling with pride and ego.

Once righteous, all week wore Sunday best,

now hell awaits, while smiling I go.

I was once always sober in mind

now, reeling off heroin all year.

Once bore compassion, orphans I’d mind.

Now, cold as ice, their fear I don’t hear.

Sometime back I was not of temper

and so loving without shame to show.

Now my rage burns like red hot pepper.

I’m afraid I might swing you a blow,

but more afraid you just watched me fade

before your eyes bro, yet you could aid