The hollow clatter
Heard past hallways &
doorways
Of the real and eternal world
alike
Attracts them, us
Wary expression greets
The scared soul
Accusing and relishing
The carelessness
The indentations
Visible in the faintest of lights
Will remain forever
A souvenir of secrets hidden
The soul wanders
Sifting through expressions
Waiting for the perfect image,
Frozen like it should
The realization hits
Once shattered perfection
No longer exists
That’s the beauty of it,
The Mask
The singularity
The individuality
The mask
Though cleverly mimicked
Is cold as death
Devoid of animation
Warmth spreads
Within moments of first crack
Failing acknowledgement
It spreads
When just dust remains
We fail to look further,
then lost perfection
Mask, the perfect expression
cold and expected
Gain of perfection
Loss of Life.
Deepti Prakash
VIT University Vellore
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