Flesh & Bone

Whether it was all fragile,

Under that mask 

Which you were clenching all the time.

Whether it was all naive

Under that shrunken skin

Where you can clutch your mere exertions

If you can ever redress those fallacies

Which you kept on incessanting

Now and then.

Whether it was all just a fantasy

Behind those drapes

Where you were camouflaging ceaselessly

Without any self-esteem

Whether it was a broken desire

Behind your spotless mind,

Where you kept on whining

With no hope of attaining

The perception of becoming something

No matter how much you keep on striving.

Whether you can ever realise,

About that unknown treason,

Which Flesh and bone can never atone

For those who can rise above

Whose hearts are honed on sacred stones

Under hope, truth and love

Where we can reach those peaks,

Through the vale of hankering

For those you seldom speak

Whenever their wisdom seeks

To guide the incited souls

Under the veil of disguise and conciliation.