What Lies Inside

Almost never are things the way they appear. Yet, even involuntarily our appraisals are based on how they look. Because we are lying on an intricate web that strangles all that who don't follow its norms, and moreover, who has the time to comprehend someone else? When our identities to ourselves are afloat in darkness. When all life isn't enough to understand yourself! So, perhaps to save time, we judge everything by the way they look.

What Lies Inside

What lies inside,

Isn't published so easy;

For it takes generations of skill beside,

To steer through concrete hurt yet freezing.

Love of the wrathful boy,

Or hatred of the loving;

All is kept coy,

Secrets unfolded only when the dead stop breathing.

For Once upon a time,

Hatred and Ego indulged in a fight.

'Your existence is a jest without me' Ego cried.

'I rule you, I fuel you, yet - let the Gods decide.'

'Your God has left you long' Hatred smirked.

But the Gods speak through signs,

'Thou! Hatred! Are condemned to Earth!'

'Earth you say? It's my paradise!'

'Look how I control it. Ha! You are weak like your conjurer.'

With all inquisition quailed,

Nimbly did he journey to the land.

Split bizarre like an old woman's jowl -

It craved for water, Alas! None heard it growl.

His seeds had sprouted well through the crowd,

Hatred couldn't control his laughter loud!

How the fat lady bulldozed the vendor,

In the name of bargain; poor slender!

A beggar sat below, below set eyes,

And how hatefully he looked at the chintzy lies!

A young lad tossed a coin at his face

And rushed away; into the race.

For Him, animals too were entertainment stock;

People nearby witnessed the monkey fight the dog.

The call for prayer too,

Was lost to bedlam skew.

'Your world is not yours,

Oh mighty God: behold the chaos!

They've lost what they hid for long

In their hearts, now I stand strong!

Hypocrites; Cowards; are they your devise?'

He simpered 'They are all - my sinister contrive!'

'They've hid long enough what they ought to say,

And what's long hid is lost in dismay.

Where is your masterstroke Almighty?'

He whispered 'Perhaps you took me a little lightly'

Silence was all he received in answer,

But also silenced was the hurly-burly of His chaotic dancers.

All around, stood quiet, every soul,

As they imbibed in their God's call.

The monkey no longer fought the dog wild,

For she had successfully defended her child.

The young lad returned with food:

"I meant no disrespect; I'm sorry for being rude"

The beggar smiled as a gesture of greet,

Benevolent, a stray dog, he shared his food with.

And the fat lady had bargained enough,

To buy her son chocolates with cashews and nuts.