I SEE HER

I hear her laughter,
Filling up the still air.
I see her freedom in her dance,
As if she wants to give life another chance
Then her eye catches my sight
She acts, reacts and pretends
Then ignores me to no end,
I see her eyes change the color,
With a moist lash and tear,
She deftly moves her hand across her face,
So as to hide any watery trace.
I sense her heart cry,
She's crying all the while......
But then she brings a silly smile
I see her vanish in front of my eyes,
As she thinks I am a spy,
I feel her presence,
Even in her absence,
Her true story that she may hide.
The sadness of her soul is what I recognize.

Lonely Vacuum

The stoned eyes devoid of a tear,
As if they had no fear,
A mosey vacuity in the mind,
With nothing left to find.
The heart invulnerable to any ache,
Love seemed a feeling so fake,
The body was burnt not by the fire,
But her expressions and her ire,
Why could not she feel my heart?
Why was it so easy for her to depart?

I wish that she could tell me what to mend,
I was somewhere left alone by a friend……………………….

The CLOWN

I wish was a clown
People will smile even if I frown,
They would see me make a funny face,
This will hide any of my pains trace
As I clown, I would get used to be laughed at
And it would not matter if I looked fat,
It would not matter if I was not the dark or handsome,
I will have to look like a fool for a paltry sum,
I will not be expected to have wisdom,
As my job would be to just act dumb,
i will dance on my feet,
so as to hide my defeat

But then i think i dont need any colorful garb or gown?
As I think god made me a natural CLOWN,