Masquerade

“Behind every mask there is a face, and behind that a story”

It is a universally agreed fact that babies are the most innocent souls in the world. They cry when hungry or hurt and laugh on seeing people or things they love, no matter who surrounds them. However, as we grow we master the art of hiding our feelings, put on an invisible mask and start living a fake life. No one knows who we really are and at times we often forget our true self.

MASQUERADE

I was once sad and lonely

For I designed a mask to hide behind lies.

I hid my life behind the mask

Waiting for the one feasibly.

One who could see through me

And find the snivel,

One who could read my eyes

And gem the truth.

I'm distressed of wearing this mask

For I decided to keep it aside.

All I heard was "Why are you sad?"

Never a "What happened to you?".

I grasped the distance of liturgy

For I decided to wear it back.

I concluded  no one would help me

As all had enough problems in their plate.

No heart found my gnarl

Behind my popping chuckle.

Still I waited for the arrival of the 'ONE'

Who would change my life forever.

But alas! No one arrived.