The World Scorns
A battle rages within,
Silent thoughts behind a hidden veil,
an ice prince some say,
lacking emotions, a player some term
he is an enigma the world doesn't understand
awkward,anti-social, a fly in the wall,
one who is rarely missed,
a friend to few...an advisor to all
hardly speaking, his silence intrigues all
A troubled soul few understand
fighting the ghosts of his past
forever conscious, his failings his battle scars
his betrayals forced handcuffs
he is forever a prisoner
staring out of the moonlight window
to a world born free
yearning to be carefree
but careful not to let the guard slip
he mocks the world, its ways, its bashfulness
on guard forever, he watches like a hawk
The silent assassin his code name
a guardian angel to troubled souls,
careful not to get too close
a scornful smile his trademark
an ice prince is he?
or is he the dark lord?
The versions are many,
the truth no one knows
questions still unanswered
What is the reason behind the silence?
what's the story behind the mocking smile?
was it a love that left?
was it a betrayal so strong?
is he an actor...or a player.. as the world terms?
or is he the one who they simply fail to understand?
behind the veil who's the one?
is it a heart broken?
the blunt knife stabbed through and through
till the wounds stopped bleeding and the blood turned to ice?
all the emotions sucked out....a living zombie
the mystery shall never be solved
its a secret he shall carry to his grave
Forced to go into a shell
He breaks all shackles
single mindedly pursuing the dream
The next battle brings more challenges
the enemy is strong, his tricks many
he is marked to lose,
a tragic hero tale consigned to be his fate
his only solace,the daunting challenge ahead
He bears it with a smile
the insults, the doubts,
he seems to cherish it all
he's the warrior prince,
the one marked out
sweet pain and soothing grief
his only faithful companions
He is a freak, a misfit, a joke
The world jeers and mocks
His serene composure irritates them
and forces them to scorn
Stoically he bears it all,
pitying their shallowness,
their lack of insight humours him,
its not them he wishes to fight
his demons are much hideous
his battles far personal
with pity in his heart
he forgives them all.
Few can ever see
the true countenance behind the mask
the emotions and the pain surging within
his eyes let loose rivulets,
his soul forever tormented,
his only wish to lie undisturbed
his only question
will his heart ever rest in peace??
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Sauvik Sarkhel
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