Leaning on the wall, closing my eyes...

Leaning on the wall, closing my eyes,

All I could see was the vast darkness of my mind..

Tunneling my way through random paths,

I tread through those not so forgotten thoughts...

What I saw was smiles, banter and laughs,

The pains well concealed behind the cheerful mask,

Satisfied, I passed more such charades,

Stumbling for the nook, where the smile is only a facade...

It was lying there in a corner growing roots ,

Surrounded by makeshift mazes, difficult to look through,

Slipping in, I was prepared for an onslaught of pain,

Yet, the force of attack surprise me every time.

Braving through, I touched the core; very gentle,

Wincing as if it was the day of trental,

Blood singing my elegy and not yet dry,

The oil on my canvas still gleaming with pain...

I sat hugging my knees and a ready made smile,

With so much ease and practiced beguile,

The smile slipped, when I heard the door knock,

My eyes turned to see you walk...

Leaning on the wall, closing my eyes,

I could see the ray of light,

Not wanting to meet those inquisitive eyes..
Shivering, I closed and tried not to pry open my eyes...

Viji unplugged