Variation, or a Similar Theme

Deep inside, there's something cold,
Something sharp and harsh
Deep inside, there's something warm,
Heated by hidden scorching fires
Each hiding the other,
Each hidden from the other
Pretending to have a purpose,
Pretending to have a right
To freeze or to burn
To hide away or erupt aloud..
All the while they play this game,
Nestled away still rules the Fear.


As the title says, this one is pretty much a variation of what I'd already posted, but in the absence of the time and energy to post something new and original and so forth, I decided to put this up anyway.

And oh, this was written during class one day last week, when I was unbelievably sleepy... That should explain the rather uninspired tone of the thing!! That day's notes are pretty funny actually.. there's a page of stuff the teacher was saying (hugely untidy scrawl) and then a cartoon of a kid flying a kite, followed by the poem, another half page of notes (I felt it wasn't right to ignore the teacher so completely!) and then sporadic breaks in that pious attempt at attentiveness as and when I had an interesting thought which, for once in a way I've noted down!!