In the Battlefield
Sometimes the world appears so significant! More significant, it appears, "me" in such a World I love the games where there is a downfall. Heart crushed and crest fallen; When temptations seem to take the upper hand... A subtle smile opens my heart. Every time my vulnerabilities are exposed, A new heart blooms in me! As a snake grows unsheathing its skin; So do I undress my false dress of desires. I touch the deepest recess of my being; When my very identity is mocked at and humiliated! Silence lutes heaven’s melodies; While I can see through me, my "self’! Glasses that make this World; Arranged so in line of perfection and imperfection! In them, at will, Light plays hide and seek! In the chaos, in the debris, in the imperfection... My light shines better! Oh Guilt! Are not you the cause in hurry? For the best weapons are wielded against treachery? Flames of seeking gather storm! Is not the purpose of the light realised better in darkness? This is a fir...