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