A Life, half Lived!!

Faces of incompleteness haunt my existence,
Strolling through miseries,
I come across thousands of masks.

Masks that get us through our days,
And behind them a rotten person fails to breathe.
We cry at night, unable to sleep.

Is this how we were supposed to be?
Looking for a walking stick,
building imaginary stories brick by brick.

A smile amidst a all these screams shock me,
An infant is delighted by reaching his mothers breast,
Are we any different?
The only difference is that we fail to recognize our happiness.

Each person seems to be snipped,
As if the other half is waiting somewhere else,
But we close our ears, ignoring the holy bells.

Life ends just the way it started,
All we learn is that learning kills,
One person is pulled back by another,
All of us keep playing this game, killing our own brother.