The pain behind the mask none can see...

Who knows what is hidden behind the mask of smiles...
A silent agony...
Pain beyond words...
An ache ...
The eyes tell it all...
Yet, none can read it...
A wound pussing...
The heart ready to die.

Maybe it is time to redeem...
To go beyond the mortal self...
The need for one over...
What's the use of living?

Its time to bid adieu...
But to say goodbye to whom?
There is none to bid adieu...
It's time to go away...
Silently...
Let death creep in...
And take her away...
Far far away from...
The agonizing World of relations...
The falsehood of mankind...
The selfish kin...
The scheming minds...
The molted thoughts.

What does the mask hide, you ask...
It hides the pain of a mother...
It hides the tears of a daughter...
It hides the scars of the scorned wife...
It hides a lot...
It hides unfathomable depths of heartaches...
One, no man can imagine.

What does the mask hide? Ask again and again to no answer coming forth...
For the wronged shall die...
Leaving behind unanswered queries.

The Dolt

He couldn't have used a better term...
To describe himself...
The Dolt.

The sweet endearing Dolt of a man...
The one with prowess over language one too many...
The one constantly reading between the lines...
The one actually assuming what is not said...
The one figuring out the unspelt...
The one reaching a conclusion for you...
Because he is the Dolt that wants to be...
One up on the others.

Regards he overconfident Mr Know IT all...
The Dolt who cares to hoots what anybody thinks...
My reflection...
The Dolt of course,
The one I love.

The one I love picking arguments with...
The one that gives the saintly advice...
The one I really listen to...
The one who never mince his words...
The one I obviously love...
The one whose lectures on dos and don'ts...
I look forward to...
Ahh! The uncrowned King of words...
The Dolt that I love.