Author: Swayam Sudha

  • Behind the mask

    Behind the mask

    A smiling face,
    But the laughter doesn’t reach the eyes.
    Happy times,
    But the good mood doesn’t set in.
    The words are all perfect,
    But somehow they don’t sound right.
    A fulfilling life, lived for the world to see,
    But inside – it is all void.
    In the clamour, shouts and celebrations,
    The tiny voice for help goes unheard.
    Nobody cares to look beyond,
    Behind the mask.

    The pain says hidden, Deep inside.
    Buried under the avalanche
    Of dreams that never got the wings to fly.

    The lies are all covered up
    With a hope so flimsy,
    A single tear –
    And it will all come crashing down.

    Thoughts of stardust and unicorns
    Keep the cold at bay.
    Ghosts of memories of the past,
    Ring like a distant echo.

    Now just a shadow of the person, I used to be;
    In layers, I’m covered,
    A stranger in the mirror.

    Like a thread going through the needle-
    The truth and the false,
    The reality and the fantasy,
    Are wound together so intricately
    Nothing can separate them.

    Like pages falling from a book,
    They fade away.
    One by one.
    And all that remains – is a beautiful ruin.

    The mask keeps slipping off
    And it takes everything in me
    To hold it together.
    So I tell them, I am okay.
    That I am doing fine.
    The cheeks hurt from holding a smile
    That feels unreal and brittle.

    Because the world isn’t ready
    To see the tragedy.
    To realize; somewhere, Another soul is getting lost.

    But what does it matter?
    We are all in this race.
    Trying to outrun,
    To see who can wear the mask for the longest time.

    Nobody cares for the broken child inside,
    Because we take pride in ourselves,
    For being functioning adults
    Who has to survive the battle of life.

    A fledging hand
    Shoots out of the darkness.
    May be all hope is not lost
    Maybe I can find myself, again.

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