Tuesday, February 24, 2015

The Mask



one day
when the sun shines a distant gray
and the birds forget to sing
we shall all be swallowed by the mask
drugged by its poisonous sting

the truth will hide
in dusty lies
and tears shall dwell
in hollowed bones
one day
when the moon is no longer bright
and the waves succumb to sorrow
we will hear the clatter of masks
amidst hopes so hurriedly hushed
and fleeting smiles that are borrowed


This Poem is shared with Magpie Tales.




43 comments:

  1. Awesome photo and thought provoking poem.

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  2. Vivid description of destruction.

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  3. Slowly the masks are being welded more and more permanently to our faces ..C,S Lewis must have seen it coming "until we have faces "..... The antidote

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  4. The last line! Nailed it :D Nice poem :)

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  5. sad sad day that will be

    http://myblog-verses.blogspot.com/2015/02/27.html

    much love...

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  6. Very interesting poem. This is what will happen when the world is coming to an end.

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  7. wonderful poem! I hope the masks dont become permanent!!

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  8. I've always believed that men will destroy themselves.. The human race will destroy it's own.. How sad is this? Brilliant poem Amrit.. one that speaks volumes. We need to lose our masks..before it's too late.

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  9. Well done...thanks for sharing

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  10. Your posts always make me hate myself for not being creative enough!

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    1. You and not creative??? That's a joke for sure :-p

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  11. Time we shed those masks before it eats us that way.
    Beautifully written.

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  12. Great photo to go with a great poem :-)

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  13. Makes me wonder, when will I be able to write like this!!!
    Great poem..

    Cheers

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  14. Lyrical and sad...nicely done...

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  15. Masks and people 'wearing' them can be a threat. People 'mask' themselves to outwit others. Good write Amrit!

    Hank

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  16. ahhh fleeting smiles are often borrowed

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  17. Thought provoking poem, Amrit.

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  18. This has both a sinister and sad feeling to it! Well penned.

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  19. I hope that day is no time soon. Perhaps we can delay it by being true to ourselves and by not putting on any masks. Great writing.

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  20. Another beautiful poem. Sometimes,for some reasons, we have to put on masks. :)

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