~Sharon Rai Prakash~
Life's a stage, the hypocentre, the origin of dramas grey,
Characters so many play a role, whether small or large,
Even those assigned a couple of lines may forever be remembered,
The impact of such brilliance spread far and wide,
Some artists lay never forgotten, amnesia or amnesia not,
People come by, people leave,
Those who remain with you till your last breath,
The rest abandon, hammering a lesson that lasts for aeons to come,
Circumstances a number reshape every aura, a conversion from pure white to ebony black or perhaps, vice versa,
He changed me, he swears to be the cause of those shattered pieces I try many times a day to rejoin,
My abode once being the dark lands,
Years later, the shores of luxury designed to be home,
Running away every minute of my life,
But presently, an allowance granted by dance to express emotions buried deep down,
The treasury is filled yet, my soul awaits for him,
Only one can complete me, not another.
~Swayam Shekhawat~
Alone I stand,
My black aura always consistent,
Had I ever been anything but a traitor would it have turned lighter,
Yet, I was unwilling betrayer to my land, my love,
A mission allotted without a choice,
She, my world, my life,
Dark like I is she,
With innocence of a shimmering pearl seen by any,
We stand side by side,
We stand as one,
A dream proven true,
For, neither can I accept nor deny,
A swarm of lies creep out,
We're no more,
Yet, my heart still beats for her,
My life, my soul is ready slave to her,
She's mine, I'm hers,
But, by the wishes of the cruel fates,
Oh pray, we can never be together.
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