Masks...

Masks..

It looks easy on the outside,

The face we wear each day—

So plain to see, but deep inside,

It hides so much away.

​Her smiling face brings sudden joy

And makes the dark feel bright;

He wants to stay within her eyes

And live inside that light.

​The silent face carved in a stone

Holds secrets old and deep;

It cannot speak, yet says so much,

Where rocks a god can keep.

​The face that floats upon the stream

Is quick to change and fade—

As short as happy moments pass,

Like plans two lovers made.

​The changing face across the sky

Is new with every breath;

It teaches us that life must change,

From living until death.

​The older face within a tree

Is wise and rooted deep;

It stands against the strongest storm,

With gifts it gives away,

And cares for all the world.

​The promised face of help we seek

Is always out of reach;

It makes us wait like thirsty birds

That sit upon the beach.

​The tricky face of human kind

Can warm you like a friend—

Or turn into a spooky ghost

And leave you in the end.

​And as for me, I wear ten masks,

Like Ravana long ago;

I change my face so many times,

My real self does not show.

I hide so well behind my masks,

There is no real face left to know.

P. S. Human Beings, Nature, Emotions,Time & Life. 

Vipul Arwade

22.07.2026