Perception

A heart wrapped in gold,
In awe,all,it does hold.
Shorn of glitter,false and fake,
Close at hand,for a friends sake.

An old soul,resides in a young frame,
His wisdom puts the wise to shame.
Brutally honest,an enfant terrible,
A tongue so sharp,at times unbearable.

Weaves webs of words,a weaver,
Uses them to bind,sometimes a cleaver,
Paints thoughts,in hues varied,
Predominantly in grey,they are steeped.

A bundle of endless talent,
Who knows,what else is latent!
A store-house of infinite cynicism,
Revels in dark humour and sarcasm.

Jokes apart,seriousness a bird rare,
When takes flight,the soul is laid bare.
His imaginations know no  bounds,
Fascinate him,music and its sounds.

Apparently,an aimless traveller,
In the ocean of life,a lonely sailor.
His pain, in humour he  does cover,
Tears,held back from spilling over?

After all a tampered heart of metal,
Can't be denied that its brittle,
Maybe thats why,its closely guarded,
From Cupid's arrow,lest it be darted!

Its not too difficult to comprehend,
A young heart's this unusual stand,
Who would want the complications,
When there are playmates in imaginations!
                                                           Chandni.