Written in the twilight zone of consciousness...
Mask
Like actors in the road show if lifeWe wear a mask o' the other all the time:
A mask to hide our real selves
A mask to pose as someone else
A mask to hide our actual grief
A mask to project happiness in brief
A mask to project false cheerfulness
To pretend what we would like to be
A mask to conceal our sufferings
A mask to hide 'myself' from 'me'...
We wear the masks and bury ourselves
Somewhere far away from ourselves-
In the labyrinths of self-
and in the process truly forget
Our own true selves....
All our lives we pretend to be
That, what we can never be...
We think we are smart,
And we know our selves?
We think we are deceiving
The whole world it self!
While, actually in the process of
Projecting ourselves as 'someone else',
We in fact become that 'someone else',
And lose touch with our own selves...
We start believing in,
what we are pretending to be
In the bargain we even lose our own identity...
I would rather we spent that time
In trying to introspect:
Are we really living a lie?
Or, we a trying to lie to ourselves,
Are we trying to fool the world?
Or, we are really fooling ourselves...
And may be in the process
Discover our own true selves...
Author: Zoya Zaidi
05.05.2006
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright ©: Zoya Zaidi
Image: Chinese Classic Opera Mask (Beijing)
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2007-04-29 at 08:30
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