Masks

It covers your soul as darkness draping over the sunlight,

Your Spirit seeking the world with penetrating eyes,

An undisputable wave, a persuaded glance,

A vanity inside abides,

Fragmented consumed exhibits –

You build –

Pieces as shattered glass,

Dusted with suffering in prolonged time,

Whirling with frenzy, becoming a dance

With mere thoughts of an empty heart-

Longing an eternity of dual hearts;

You guard your soul knowing your mask

Stands alone and fragile, seeking strength and fortitude,

Posing evolved and amassed, yet with little understanding;

Statutes unfair do never-rest, and never ends,

Leading only to bareness – far and wide;

A prisoner kept inside your encased wearied mask.

Do not accede to life’s ragged hand slaying your treasure,

Disrobe the mask you wear and sanction-

Your love and tranquility in a time to come;

Allow your soul to breathe unleashed –

Balance – Lost

Willow branches sway

Taunted by wind’s heavy breeze,

Night’s black encompassing blanket

Ushering in silence recalling madness;

Suspended laughter drowning memories,

Songs prevented on closed ears,

Flowing tears traced on forgotten faces,

Anguished hearts crushed by desolate paths,

A shriveled wasted hand extended—

Grasping, recoiling; disappearing into the blackness.

A sliver of hope—

Promised in a single breath,

At conception;

Now, the balance — lost,

Greed lurking in earths’ corners,

Waiting to blind

And gift-

Lack of empathy;

Silence echoes madness.