Beneath the Facade

Million doubts, hundred solutions, Then why can’t I sort this confusion? Stuck between the angel and the devil Digging my own grave with the shovel. This may sound very dramatic, But the reality is I want to be ecstatic Carrying that million-dollar smile, Help me choose between the wrong and the right. Sounds depressing, right? Trust me, I always try to look on the bright side. You say, don’t think twice, But my life is just like the ludo dice. The count of problems in unpredictable And every time I am considered as indictable. You will be standing over here one day, Or you must have been over here long time ago in this shade of grey. SO, while writing this I realized, The problem is not with me, It is with the ones who cannot see me free. Still it does not make the pain less, Now, I know why we call life a game of chess. The smarter one survives, the emotional one dies It is all up to you for whom you choose to cry and for whom you choose to die.