A Darkness Too Deep

Poem -: 12 {What hides behind these riches}

What hides behind these riches?
Monstrous claws,
Concealed within,
These virtuous mittens,
Scraping the supreme being's creation,
Grazing at the mortal's indomitable immortal,
Pouncing with it's spikes,
Ripping away,
What they ponder as the hay,
While scurring on the pathway,
Foraging for the riches,
And the alluring treasures.

So when you are busy,
Craving the treasures,
Ask again,
What hides behind these riches?

Sophisticated of all,
The flower,
Which is the epitome of promises,
The soul bearer of forever,
In which you see,
The colour of love,
Is actually the flower,
Sprinkled with artificial sparkle,
To give it a look of beauty.

Is the flower,
That hides the thorns beneath,
Creating a mirage.

Is the flower,
With the colour of blood.

So when you are busy,
Admiring the flawless beauty,
Ask again,
What hides behind this flower?

The Crown,
Made of gold,
And precious stones,
Pearls and silvers,
Entwined within.

Weighing so much,
That you drown,
Deep in the waters,
Of afflictions and achings,
Sufferings and agony.

Regrets and dejections,
Tormenting the soul.

So when you are busy,
Watching that treasure,
Adoring their heads,
Ask again,
What hides behind that crown?

The power play,
And fight,
Of not wearing a tiara,
Not just a coronet,
But a massive crown.

The wars,
Of not owing a territory,
Of not stopping at just a mansion,
But a realm.

In the fear,
Of becoming a pawn,
In someone else's game of chess,
They throw a die too.

The parties,
Velvet carpets,
Adorned with stones,
Taking you,
To another world,
Their glamorous world.

That day,
Their mansions,
Adorned with fairy lights,
Champagne glasses and cuisines all around,
Innumerable tables,
Surrounded,
With shimmer , shine and glitters.

So called celebrations,
Flashy cars,
With happiest faces,
Coming in,
Hand in hand,
So in love,
Dress codes
Matching colours,
Vibes so fake,
Emotional connections never made.

The burnt skin,
Hidden under those,
Designer dresses,
And sophisticated gowns.

The bruises on hands,
Wrists and neck,
Covered with concealer.

Small talks,
With walks so gracious,
A wish to fit In,
Fake smiles,
Lip tied,
With a care,
To hide the pearls,
Glint in eyes,
Long gone,
Emptiness inside,
Stays on.

Friendships and handshakes,
Partnerships and deals,
With rivalry hidden within.

So when you are busy,
Longing for a chance,
To walk those red carpets,
To enter behind the closed doors,
With a wish to dance,
With the live concerts,
And wishing for a love like their's,
In your arms,
Resting their heads on your shoulder,
Ask again what hides behind those perfect couples?
Ask again what hides behind these parties?

Take a look,
At those castle walls,
So called,
Thick and strong,
Built so high,
With bricks of glass,
Empty inside,
Dipped in the only colour they know,
So dark and black.

Mighty black,
Inked with secrets,
Hidden and covered.

Those houses,
People breathing,
And their souls,
So vulnerable,
On the breaking point,
Not relishing,
Not satisfied,
Not at peace,
With the flashy lights,
Putting up every minute,
With those riches,
With that emmense weight,
That those crowns come with,
With people claiming,
Their love stories getting forevers,
And their lives as a bed of roses,
Where it's thorns go unseen,
By those bare eyes,
The truth only known,
By the prisoners trapped within.

Telling you again,
You don't know what hides behind those riches,
Their lives are a struggle,
So is yours,
With different levels,
And different villains,
So ask again,
Ask again,
"What hides behind those riches? "

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