Tis not Halloween’


donning a mask,

lives lived

like on stage , they believed

world is surely a theatre

and we the actors…

forget they while

running through script of the legend

the ink flowed out of incontinence

behind the curtain ,

exists the real

curtailing while shaking hands

endless follies,what true nature

hath a human displayed

weeps the soul under the canopy of body

in large measures

masks attractive, masks colourful

Halloween allows phantasmagorical faces

yet every day isn’t Halloween

forgets the human

switching masks umpteen.

The masquerade


I often came across a face,
which wore a masquerade circadian
bright flashy,sometimes grey
when eyes flashed as pretense.

while it stepped out
dodging the world
The ruse, it played
became deceptive aid.

Changing masks, a regular charade
simulation of hidden guile
What a guise,
the face plates?

Façade of false expressions
Pose of honest imitation
Sly,deceit the masquerade’s colour,
Which hath you put today
O! clown of disguise
What’s your colour?
will you ever see your real image
your  real reflection?or will the masquerade  be your shroud forever?
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