I wonder how can a man bluff so much
Every word he spoke any time he spoke
Never by mistake too, he talked the truth
What was the need for him to bluff to me
I was a nobody to carry tales about him
Why was he afraid of telling the truth
Then finally it dawned on me why it is so
His head was full of imagination gurgling
Poor thing, he does not know the difference
What he says is truth, or just his imagination
ABSOLUTE VALUE
This world is strange as
Everything is judged by its face value
But in reality, nothing has an absolute value
The most fragrant roses kept on the casket lid
Does that body smell the scent of those?
Hundreds of cups of tea we drink
Never even looking at the hands that serve
But when you are in a hospital bed immovable
The kind hands of the nurse feeding the tea
Will make the tea taste divine for you
Once in a while, do learn to look at things around
Not by their face value, as it looks but
By the kind hands behind who make it
Clad in almost nothing, among floodlights
Men crowding around, she smiled for the shot
In a semi dark room, with no one except him
Crying she cursed her fate, for showing her skin
Alas, destiny decides the fate of one’s skin
From a teacher, to the parents 