Do you call it life?

Where the spontaneous laughter gets transformed into mere stretch of lips.
Where tears hide themselves in the closet of eyelids.
Where desire finds place to burn itself in some corner of heart.
Where embeded love for someone remains undischarged.
Where hatred is veiled by the smile.
Is that you call it life?
No! I call it a mere pretence.

Feelings

                                                                      Feelings
Deep inside the heart they reside,
Words offered them body but " we cannot be expressed" they cried.
Words tried to give them birth
but for some feelings, words are dearth.
They just flow through eyes or silent smiles.
Feelings can never be garbed in proper words.
They just flutter and strike the walls of heart like birds.

Under the Veneer

I  see under the veneer of complacency, the restlessness of the soul.
I see under the criss crossed ravages, the discontentment with life.
I see under the careless sipping of life the haste towards death.
I see under the hectic routine the vacuum.
I see under the happiness,glee,laughter, the sordidness,tears and cries.
I see everyone veiling death under the veneer of life.