Hidden Something

Woke up in a loud and noisy mess,

Where the peace disappeared in the chess.

Was been played by a bad string,

Unless and until I made my own strings.

When the colours faded in the life,

I shaded myself with glitters of life.

Played with masks till now in the game,

Threw it away to start my own game.

Beauty and elegance never worked out,

Only my character which set me in,

Not in the bad stuff seen so far,

Got into a smile which comes from heart.

                                                                        -DP