Behind These Neat Mask of Mine | Poetry

Behind these neat Mask of mine, It’s a mess of a Different kind. Veins and miles Of veins all over, Carrying bloods Of all kind. Where does it reach I wonder, That begins at the center And prolongs all over. Behind these neat Mask of mine, It’s a mess of a Different kind. Should I…

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Curved, Convoluted, Confused

It’s okay to be curved, convoluted, and confused, to have the wires of your life twisted and turned as if ready to dance upon each other. Because look at the vessels the body encloses, look at them and you shall see how they twist and turn. Laid straight they could travel twice around the globe,…

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The Encounters

Who on earth gave the idea that we must steal hearts, and that it was the ultimate goal there is? Why not steal the mind, the eye, the soul? How can life be understood through just one unexplained being all consuming? Mustn’t we have friends with whom we can converse under the rainbow about how…

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Transient

The transient moment when one conversation is over, and I wait for the next, searching for eyes that might accidentally meet mine, that transient moment surrounded by faces – smiling, welcoming, I understand what alone means for three seconds. I go off to find the next.

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The Fall

The heavy sky laden with dark clouds- it’s weight unbearable, yet refusing to fall over the grounds as droplets of tear. When comes the next morning the wind has blown, but where do they go – really? Don’t they return till they fall over the grounds?

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