the masks we meet...

He smiled at me,

but looks so uninterested,

and there's another one,

so hollow be the laugh.....

this one seeks sympathy,

but does he really needs,

and then comes she,

with her empty cries!!

Faces it is...

or just the masks to wear,

each emotions so unreal,

just for one's own advantage...

you could feel the difference,

or just a sense of it,

searching for a better part,

deep inside, the soul of it!!

Ego, fear, or plain envy,

we all have it under,

still we want to pretend,

to make our stand better....

early life was so easy,

the stakes not so high,

and we could express so freely,

like pebble in a clear beach!!

Is it too obvious,

or we are getting used to it,

the life taking its own pace,

just have a ride on it......

we too are changing,

situation make us indifferent,

too ready to wear this,

the masks, that we meet!!