Masks

Masks we all love to wear,

Putting on masks,

Blue ,red or green –

Wearing a masks which is pink,

We would like to preen

It is a bit of show-romance

You see, might even make you blush

The blue masks show happiness,

Whereas red are an epitome of anger.

Deceiving people is what we want,

Black masks to make others fear

And white proving your innocence,

But grey are the ones,

You would stay away from;

Wiggling their way through,

They break upon walls, barricading your heart,

Shattered yet at peace, intriguing though terrifying.

Holding a charade, they are wily

Make you dream of wistful emotions,

These mixture of black and white,

They show they could be real;

Baffled as they are with their nature,

Little do they know, what they have is true.

Putting on a yellow mask,

You see friendly faces filled with glee,

A green one showing you the boorish,

Caressing the jealous talons;

All I ask is why do we even wear this?

When all our emotions can be real,

Why can we not be our true selves?

©meloheart

Secrets

A dangerous entity to hold onto,

You can share with some people,

Some you trust none to share,

While others you keep only with yourself.

Jar of Empty Promises

I lay down late on my bed and reminisce,

Trying to remember the jar that you gifted,

There were times when I trusted every word;

Every syllable that came out your silver tongue,

Your words were like my balm

You could make me the queen of stars,

Let me own a bungalow in the moon-

I would believe it all, trust you with my being

The sudden irony of our situation hit hard,

Brought me back to earth;

My head hit the ground hard and I couldn’t breath,

The ache of my heart took long to dissolve,

Merely wished you to be true, when you were just a dream;

The jar filled with promises was empty.

A Road Already Travelled

Tell you what I won’t,

Not anymore do I walk through easy roads,

They might be travelled on everyday;

Twice being left broken in one such-

Makes me queasy about the situation,

I might stand at the beginning,

A safe co passenger might see me through.

Adam’s Eve

What am I? A woman or a simple element-

Society makes me feel like an element,

They don’t see, they leer,

I feel their eyes crawling up on my arms,

They know how to make me scream;

Laugh has been long forgotten,

I don’t even know, if it’s right or wrong,

Generations of staring down,

Now this is the rule, we follow it

But is it right?

Fate

A difficult element

of our life,

It tends to break

the best of our dreams-

Making our worst

Fears come true,

Yet we fight,

With all our strength

Even though we don’t win.

Make – up

We put on make up to enhance the beauty,

But for some it conceals the true face.