The Faceless Mask & The Mystic Sage

Hidden is the face…countless masks we wear
From birth to death…a new façade every other day
When do we stop & where do we go…
A life without a mask is frightful to the core !

And then one day I met a friend
After years of hiding behind the ken
Only to find that the mask he wore
Was no different from the one I bore

Mirror images every where I saw
Each pretending to be more than he was
Stark naked did I stand
Before the mirror on the stand

No where to hide, no where to go
It’s time to understand what I stand for
My purpose, my existence …all questioned today
All masks broken…my judgement day.

The faceless face behind the mask
Another wanderer on the task
Seeking the truth I cried for help
But all I found was my lonely self

Through my walks & journeys long
I met a sage who sang a song
He took my heart & took my soul
And breathe life into an empty bowl

All masks blown to dust
Today I stand where I must…..

A maskless face, yet full of grace
A song in my heart & a merry dance
Praying that every mask gets his chance
To meet the Sage from a mystic age !