Looking around me I can see
Sinful hearts with contorted faces
Who laugh at my supposed ignorance in glee

My disposition is that of a discourser
But still I am able to decipher
The shallow thoughts and empty chords
The callous whispers and silent words
Of people
Who hide what the feel
And gossip what the need tell
But all is well
As long as they find
That the ones in question are blind
To their surreptitious manner

But if ever you were to know
What lies in their souls below
I assure
That never more
Would you ever feel to meet them
Let alone trusting


For their topic and subject
Is irrelevant and abject
Upon which they base
Their stories and tales
Not knowing ever
What the truth be
And distortion
To their conjured fiction
Is added in free

I sit and watch
In a cool and cozy spot
Those graceful creatures of the lot
Whose soft smiles and sparkling gaze
Puts me in a state of daze
Their chirps and giggles
Are so beautiful

And as I walk by
They wave
They smile
Not knowing
That I have been gauging their thoughts all this while