I do have many masks
Which are kept discretely in the dark cellars of mind.
They surface involuntarily in me
To suit various times and seasons.
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Well conceived and nicely crafted in persuasive expressions with artistic brilliance. A work of an intricate mind. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
To find the real me! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us
Very thoughtful poem. Exploring your own self and getting to know the varied colors of our personality is a heavy task. Almost never ending since we keep adding layers of new traits on it. Excellent work!
The poem leaves echoes in sensitive hearts...Masks have become such a necessity in modern life, so much so that we find it very hard to be our self.
It's a wonderful poem! I absolutely agree with you that people use different faces in dealing with different people in various situations! I like the second most! Your poem candidly reflects your inner psyche! Loved the poetic expression! I see a promising literary future in you! Keep it up!
Beautiful poem Deep. Masks changes with the time and seasons. The real Me mostly remains invisible including self. Well that's also a part of life. Loved reading it.
When years slither past, these masks grow in numbers And I am busy hunting within me To find the real me, Wandering somewhere in vast array of these strange masks. And in this struggle, I admit, I have failed miserably. - - - - - Yes, we hide our true emotions and project our stronger self to the outside world.Over the years we get stifled on being unable to express the truer self.A fine poem.
A deep and profound write Deep! We all wear masks and they stick into our muscles that it will be painful to tear them off....! Beneath the facade, we hide our real entity and in course of time we have to rummage for our actual identity!
I do have many masks Which are kept discretely in the dark cellars of mind. They surface involuntarily in me..joyous mask, angry mask........ a very fine poem and thinking....... thank u dear poet. tony
very much impressed with your writing style. Smiling face do have hidden sorrows, so called mask..Well penned
This poem was written much before masks became commonplace worldwide. Nice