Masks

Do I dare peep behind,
all the masks I wear.
Do I dare look in the mirror,
when my eyes might look back at me, bare ?

 Will I abhor what I see,
or fall in love with the real me...
Would I want my mask collection back ?

Or will I bury them under the peepal tree ?

 I know not and hence I ask,
these questions that may surprise many.
But if I know will I cease to ask 
For thoughts and questions come a hundred a penny.

 The masks serve their purpose well,
and hide me from the world and myself.
But what life is this, if I can't see
what I was intended to be.

So I have flung them away
they lie shattered, broken like the lies I wore.
But the sad part is, even when it's off,
people think the face I have on, is a mask.

Comments

Vaddadi Prashant Rao said…
Whats within is not outside...Good one!
May 15, 2013 at 1:11 AM
Assortedemotions said…
Hey, just saw this today...Thanks :)
August 12, 2013 at 12:57 PM
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