Am I wearing a mask of humble manners?
Is it my real self, or it wandering elsewhere?
They say face mirrors the mind
But is it true with me?
I feel "something "smashing within
Though its reflections don't appear
A deep sea is roaring there ,
Beneath my peacefull exterior.
I can't show my true self ,
Being meek and mild a creature .
Loosing myself in pretentions
And laughing away the tears!
I can't but beat myself for
My fearfull escape from everything
I know nothing worthwhile in me
Except some notions and dreams.
How can I pluck their fruits
Being floating like a log?
Is it my real self, or it wandering elsewhere?
They say face mirrors the mind
But is it true with me?
I feel "something "smashing within
Though its reflections don't appear
A deep sea is roaring there ,
Beneath my peacefull exterior.
I can't show my true self ,
Being meek and mild a creature .
Loosing myself in pretentions
And laughing away the tears!
I can't but beat myself for
My fearfull escape from everything
I know nothing worthwhile in me
Except some notions and dreams.
How can I pluck their fruits
Being floating like a log?
congratulation
ReplyDeleteWhy don’t remove that mask
ReplyDeleteSome silent sleepless night
In true noetic light of eyes
A mirror of your choice
Argue and offend
In favor of your dreams
When vying with some zeal
Feel happy then you sleep
With the morn of the night
With clear insight
Wade into your bog
And maneuver your log.