The Puppet Show Poem by Ayush Chauhan

Another day in the puppet show
Tied, entangled, lost
In these strings..
This show full of disguises
Full of masks, betrayal,
It's hard to find love
In every shade of gray..
These strings are sharp
Sharper than knives
Makes me bleed emotions..
Everyone here have crumbled brains
Crumbled like a paper
With their dreams written on it..
Everyone here has a story
And everyone wants it to be heard..
Everyone here curl up and hug knees
Cold nights lasts forever in our hearts
Never ending dreams in our freezed brains
Never had any sign of hope..
Everyone here just fell, drowned
For wrong one..
This show is named as darkness..
Darkness just keeps loosening
These strings,
Just to keep us away from paralysis, and wherever the string is lose,
We just drift in that direction..

Another day in puppet show
Will spend it dancing to the flow