Ravaged faces, scorching lights

We are the midnight wanderers
Rattling in the streets and houses
In search of desired disguises
Looking through the ravaged faces
To assume the tears as laughter
To think of 'bought' as possession
Scratching the face of mirror
To see the awaited reflection
We dance in the scorching lights
Holding our truth inside
To mould what we want to appear
To impress the world beside
We seek the acceptance
Of the lie that delights and pleases
We adorn an illsion
To the reality that caresses and consoles
We are the midnight wanderers
Rattling in the streets and houses
Holding back to whatever we lost
Loosing again whatever we got.

© Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015