The Elements

Writing these lines,
I feel fake,
Who will anyway,
Showcase the darker side,
Except to get sympathy,
Which pushes it to facade.

What you see?
Is upto you
But I write,
Where I belong.

I cant read myself,
Very few can,
But still I try,
To look through the curtains,
Into the skin of imposter,
That I feel has overgrown,
Into the eyes,
To find the real light.

I always find air,
Fresh from the grounds,
Stale with rotten things,
Scented with beauty,
Stinking with grey,
But not always flavoured,
Sometimes in black and white,
Where grayishness mingles in,
And darkens the horizon.

I try to block them out,
I try to shout out,
I try to cut the bluff,
But trying is not enough.

Tears of the blue sky come pelting down,
Someday, I will turn them into smiles,
Someday, I will take flight.