SAD DEEP WITHIN

It might not appear superficially,

but I am sad deep within,

bruises of knives still exist,

that never shredded the skin.

Still longing for eternal peace,

still longing for a smile,

nothing can make a curve though,

go around the stationary isle(of my face).

shrieking cries had already made me deaf,

I hear no more,

even if you now speak,

I might completely ignore.

Two voices still echo within my conscience,(from deep within)

One saying you are completely right,

and powerful one which says,

Go there now and apologize.

I still make an attempt to be rational,

I still try to ignore my cries,

But now the brain is so vexed,

That all I could take in are sighs.(not the thoughts)

I want to say sorry,

I want to repent,

but my language is so different from that of the world,

That you might instead now become ignorant.

Let's say it's nobody fault,

the levels have been equalized,

I should rather talk to myself,

And get myself sympathized

It might not appear superficially,

but I am sad deep within,

bruises of knives still exist,

that never shredded the skin.

--Ankit Bhatia

10/11/07 10:30PM