Behind the floral curtains lie naked thorns,

Behind the floral curtains lie naked thorns,
A raw corner in everyone's heart
No inhibitions , no concealing
The filthy space where negativity rules
Where you nurse grudges against your neighbour
Where you secretly fall for your bestfriend's crush
The ugly room only you've been
You've decorated it with frustrations
Painted it with jealousy and fantasies
You've shared your darkest secrets
Of how your childhood had been
The scariest encounters with yourself
You cry , you shout louder and yet louder in your silence
You hear yourself,you curse yourself
At times punishing yourself
Yet you carry a soothing face , a soother personality you expose
You adorn your soul with a mask ;
A mask of tranquility covering conflict
Because veiling your mysteries of solitude
Has made you different , has made you human.