You remember only one face, and it has been a while. Now faces carry less resemblance to who you are. They are more masks hiding the reality. reality immersed in thinking…. Sometimes two faces appear like one is a reflection of the other, but totally different.. not in feel but in Thinking. Faces over faces over faces. some blood covered, some smiling, some blank stares and some blind to what you write. Faces, and it has been a while… seems like eternity. you cannot cover faces in smokes to change their attitude.. attitudes have drowned in their eyes and cannot be retrieved. All you have or will have is a face.. you can match it with your memories or you can just say hi, like you know it for ages… may be that is how you make new memories….

Categories: Poetry

Tags: National poetry Month 2018, npm18, npm2018