A FACE CAN A THOUSAND STORIES TELL


Photo credits @ Sid-The Wanderer 

A FACE CAN A THOUSAND STORIES TELL

A face can a thousand stories tell
Of chapters penned in heaven or hell
Of places treaded by the feet
Solemn battles or loud defeats
Like shadows cast by open skies
A crease for every fall and rise
Till the last sigh!

A million faces come undone
So much despair in the hidden one
Search a visage of floating seas
Therein lies a child so free
Willing to cast pretence aside
And sway along the heaving tides
To savour the ride.

Many faces in the parade
How long will last the masquerade
The lane is long and cramped with signs
I see your face, I break the line
And run behind a child so sweet
So pure and rid of all deceit
A chimera of me?

One cloudy day, with a fair-weather friend
A crowded country fair I went
And chanced upon humanity
No show of ugly vanity
A motley mass of miens galore
Of truth, of pain, of pure allure
And I was sure,

That stamped upon just every face
Pounding beneath the soul and space
Lies a flower kept dried and pressed
In sheaths of one’s life’s travails dressed
Waiting for a blessed breeze
To sneak up and help crispness ease
Before we cease!

                                  - Priti Singh 



                          

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