Dual Personality

Dual Personality

Ever wondered that behind a sincere smile,

Might have lurked intentions that were vile?

Or behind the curtain of anonymity,

Was a heart dripping with enmity?

My intention is not that through this rhyme,

Should you look at everything as a crime.

And at everyone with a suspicious glance,

As if they're ever ready to take their chance.

Every chance they get at depriving you,

Robbing you off all joy, leaving you blue.

Unfortunately, that's what it has come down to,

And nobility today is only found in an elite few.

The people who abstain from hypocrisy,

Are lambs amidst wolves in the society.

For today, if by the rules you were to abide,

You would find next to no one by your side.

Fake friends, fake relatives, fake people,

But on the outside they'd seem to be feeble.

They'd talk to you looking in the eye,

If only you realized that it were a lie.

It is a frightful disease, if not more,

But like everything, to it there's a cure.

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The Coin Interpreter

The Coin Interpreter 

A gleaming coin in his hand,

With an eyepiece he scanned.

And made notes of the same,

As if it were a puzzle game.

And on his desk sat other coins waiting,

Of gold and silver of the highest rating.

              He studied each of them carefully,              

For days and days, weeks rarely.

They were not merely restricted to his table,

Lying in every corner they were, yet to label.

A very peculiar man he was indeed,

But, where to would these coins lead?

A sea of coins he had in his possession,

His love for them had turned to obsession.

But it was not wealth that he was after,

He was a true historian, a history drafter.

He believed that every coin had it's story,

Which he'd patiently listen to in all its glory.

And coins taught him a lot about history,

About the things that'd remained a mystery.

About emperors, epic battles and noble men,

And common day things every now and then.

About financial and political conditions,

All told by the coins and their compositions.

He always felt that coins highlighted the past,

And reflected the future, in a glossy contrast.

So, as the world moved on and time flew by,

He ever sat there, with a coin to meet his eye.

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The idea for this poem actually came from a dream I had a few days back! Never let your dreams die! Transform them into reality! If not, go to the cave of lost dreams! Haha I've left the riddle up to you people to solve!

As a matter of fact, take a look at these coins. They are basically Spanish coins. But, they are stunning!! Their beauty has literally held together my poem!