Monday, August 24, 2015

A soul’s canvas

Impressions  deep

Stir my soul

Pain ,sorrow ,grief

Pierce the fabric

Of my being

I wear a mask

So colourful

That  you cannot

Detect the acne

In my soul’s canvas

Layers of inauthenticity

Shroud my true self

What I am 

Lies captive within

Struggling to breathe 
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3 comments:

  1. UnknownAugust 25, 2015 at 5:48 AM

    Very well written

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  2. padmini ranganathanAugust 25, 2015 at 7:10 AM

    Beautiful. Authentic :)

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  3. Simply At HomeDecember 9, 2020 at 7:58 AM

    For some reason Felt everyone is wearing a mask of such nature .. No wonders covid ensured we wear on the exterior too..

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