He is a girl. Dressed up as a guy.
Flaunts their laughs with a joy
Smears their pain with a sneark
Given his legs and his joints
He puzzles himself for one another.
The bones of his fingers shake their muscles.
And he goes on for another cover.
He stands tall, a lanky on a trip.
Gives in for nothing unless he senses.
His eyes are his senses. He sees what he wants to see.
He wants what he sees. She wishes his waves be paused. And he too isnt another world.
He wants an appalause. One fine day he sees her.
They see but dont remember.
They watch and they do not see.
They talk but they donot mean.
Sarcasm.
They fight in which they love.
They love but they are fighting.
The glow of her face resembles something else.
Its not love. Confusion.
The show must go on...
His eyes are his senses. He sees what he wants to see.
He wants what he sees. She wishes his waves be paused. And he too isnt another world.
He wants an appalause. One fine day he sees her.
They see but dont remember.
They watch and they do not see.
They talk but they donot mean.
Sarcasm.
They fight in which they love.
They love but they are fighting.
The glow of her face resembles something else.
Its not love. Confusion.
The show must go on...