Games!!

For all the reasons given to me
for all the games i played to be..
a part of life's puppet show..
it's kind of boring yet insane.
an act of meaning, yet mundane.

For all that matters to the soul,
For all that has a fleeting hold-
on me, on my mind for some time,
is a bleakish fire turning cold

The wilting beauty of these words
The sadness crept in a million hearts
The lives that're lived for someone else,
like sad sweet cries of caged birds.

--Mahima