The Shadow of a Broken Word do you see?
The Shadow of a Lifeless Entity
Beneath your feet.
The sunray hits your face where you glow,
Shadowy tears on the other side so flow,
Which you are afraid to show.
Not with smeared makeups do you try to hide your flaws,
Not lost in faded memories,
Not engulfed by false lauds.
You are, but a sequence of symbolic disillusionment,
The unknown yet the known feelings at your advent.
If you pick a Shadow from the Broen Street
And magnify it under the sun you’ll see
Pieces of Molecular ‘ME’
As kaleidoscopic creed
Dark waters flow free
From your shadowy tears into me.
Inflict your fears into me,
Reasons for your sneer, into me.
If you pick a Shadow of your own Broken Self
And wear it on your open self
You will feel my molecular self.
As I plunge into further Darknesses
And my final cytokinesis
As I hide you from all the evil psychosis.
I divide and subdivide ,
Protecting you from harmful device.
If you find no one, I will be.
If you lie alone, still I will be.
If you live, if you die, if you love, if you cry,
Know that the shadow I be.
The immortal yet lifeless entity.
A full foil on you, over you
Covering all nudity.
Your freedom I let you be,
In light in darkness, no. . . . . . .
Your dawn and dusk I will be.
My shadow in you and yours in me
Let them be, Oh. . let them be.
Scarcely an idol does one find,
In the right place, at the right time.
My muse I have let you be.
Muse, tonight I worship thee.
I rise, I rise to absorb your pain
I fall I fall as shield like rain.
I scream I scream and rehearse your name,
For, knowingly or unknowingly
But yet quite willingly
The shadow you have trained to
Walk though being Lame. . . . . . . . . –