A HIDDEN ALLEYWAY

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Last night................

When I was lost in my puzzled dreams

I noticed a lane of zero screams

My curious feet calmly made the move

And slowly my dull steps started to improve

As I reached the unknown end

An obscure mystery tend to ascend

I stood there and observed the surrounding

That silent lane was completely astounding

I was in an alleyway

An hidden alleyway.......... 

A narrow passageway with dimmed light

My heart was pounding out of fright

Few whisperings fasten my feet

While I was busy in peeping the dimmed street

As I moved and followed the sound

Many known faces with torn masks were found

Strangely my greetings remain unheard

And my presence remain unnoticed

Hidden alleyway has secreted my presence

And i could see the unmasked faces in my absence

Taunting gossips were clearly audible

Real faces behind every mask were visible

Upcoming betrayals were on my sight

Some are all ready to cut wings of my flight

Eagerly waiting to stab my back

Hoping a chance for a sudden attack

Some are begging for my failure

And Some are satisfying their nasty desire

Some are busy in putting crocodile tears

And my patience started to disappear

I rushed to get out of the lane

But my eyes sticked to a burning flame

got dragged by its luminosity

And i met another bunch out of my curiosity

They're busy in their own life

Mocking the demons to survive

Finding happiness in that dimmed light

Ignoring the chuckles and aiming the flight

busy painting their canvas of life

Mending the broken pieces to join the strive

My anxiety got relieved

And my withered heart got refilled

My no way delusion come to a halt

When my body sense the dawn light

I woke up and gazed the sunrise

Birds are chirping and attaining the heights

 Hopes and happiness accompanies the light

A new day begins with a heartwarming sight. 



What is an Alleyway: 

Alleyway means a narrow alley. Alley comes from old French word "alee" Which means a path, passage, way or a narrow lane. It is a street behind or between buildings.

Here I have described about a person's nightmare in which he finds himself in an hidden alleyway which has camouflaged his presence. And when he moves forward he faces the unpleasant fact of life.He notices that there  are a lot of people who are waiting eagerly for his failure. Some are trying to ruin the roots by putting a fake smile. Their whole life is revolving around him only to witness his pain.He notices many faces who usually flatters him  in front and ignites filthy rumors in back. He realizes that whatever we do, good or bad, people will always have something negative to say about us and that's life. It is suffocating when you realize that the people around you are just putting a mask, which will fall soon.Backstabbers can do anything to gain your trust and then oneday they will push you to the volcano.
As a coin has two sides, there are also few people who don't care about what others think. They remain untouched by those rumors and chuckles. They may be broken, but they have the courage to collect those broken pieces rather than hurting others. Every day is a new day which brings a chance to do something good. It is a total waste to pray for other's failure and misery.  Life is too short to hate anybody. So let's  just find where our true happiness lies because the best thing we can do is to be happy.

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