Sometimes the things you feel or see

Are not the real deal or to be

The facade or the mask on the heart

Was not that thick to start

If you tear ,tear and tear

All you will see is fear,fear and fear

The fear of sadness , the fear of loss

The fear of madness, the fear of going across

Across the facade of life lies death

The fear taking the last breath , oh the last breath

One never knows which breath is my last breath

Like one never knows which death is the real death

Death of my hope or death of my faith

Or the one where you can see my passing wraithe

Why is life the only thing which deserves a meaning

Don’t you think its death which deserves a real screening

The very last moment when you are about to die

Will tell you whether your assumptions were true or a lie

Assumptions based on knowledge and experience

Are as ambiguous as it gets

Because the boiling water can burn as fast as it wets

Sometimes the thing you feel or see

Are not the real deal or to be