Buried deep beneath the storms of survival,
losing the real scent of affection,
running and functioning with a dead brain’s hammer,
lost is the innocent smile we nurtured….
Struggling suffocating in smoke chambers,
popping up pills for illness and assumed dangers,
have we ever stopped and thought…
What exactly is the purpose of such endeavour?
Dissecting conscience ,piercing needles into heart,
torturing the conscious with several confusions,
comforts,luxuries, prestige and status,
What does the soul really crave in for…?
The instinctive smile that shined…
…is mazed in the world of hypocrisy,
Searching for its own radiance…
the precious one gets bewildered!
soumyav 