The Other side

To think that this will be the last of the series of posts i am making for this academic year does certainly give its jolts. From next semester I would be more regular in penning down my thoughts given that there will be no one left to share with.

Its nothing but a mask

this countenance put up for public display
a grim determination in the mind does play
show a tough exterior for all to see
while deep inside the real me
stays hidden from all i meet
a mask it is which all greet
this mask - amassed with falsity
has now become my identity.

But why there is a mask

The need to hide the inner self
lest vexed ,the thoughts hid in a shelf
the face to don with others to please
their words to concur, their thoughts to appease
to make an impression in a group
to prove i am a part of the troupe
afraid of loneliness deep inside
the mask searches company far n wide .

Beneath this mask
I am what i am
maybe a farce maybe a sham
maybe a trifle not worth a dime
a wrong man in a very wrong time
a cynic unchained , an unsound mind
a pathetic loser or one of its kind
a confounded idiot on the whole
i am jinxed , bless my soul.

Sometimes ;an actor's face contorted numerous times by he dons the makeup; makes him forget who he really is .... I have found out that late at night when no one is around , the original face does resurface ......
In search of the real face .