Irony

Cold, chilled to the bone
No fires burn
Nor arms that hug
Nor smiles warming the soul.

Cold, chilled to the bone
Huge fires burn,
Flames hug the body
No soul inside for lips to smile.

Cold, chilled to the bone
Love for you burns
While you feel the warmth of another
Smiles die while the soul mourns.

Cold, chilled to the bone
Feeling your disappointment
Knowing you dont understand
Soul dies while the smile mourns.

So goes life..
some alive but dead inside;
some seemingly dead but sparkling inside.
Skewed perceptions, the truth unrevealed.

-Rashmi K P 2006