They came and left-
Those faces
Some vibrant and some dull
A few genuine, a few blistered
And a handful skilled on swift yet incredible transformations-
The most improbable revamp and
Inconceivable make overs.
And then some messy
Creepy, and overtly sophisticated:
And some rarely visible.
At times some faces splash
In the middle of my dreams
And some visit me
In the unlikeliest of hours-
In irrelevant combinations.
But today,
I don’t look for faces anymore.
Of late, those faces taught me
That they never matter.
I stare at their soul instead;
That’s veiled by random sundry faces.

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About Prabha Prakash

I am a CA, who loves words more than numbers. My first collection of poetry, “Lost Monsoon” is set to be released by Writers Workshop, Kolkata. I blog at www.endlesselan.blogspot.in and also write for Times of India blogs. My poems have been published in reputed magazines. I firmly believe that penning ideas on paper has helped me retain the warmth within myself and to keep moving forward with a ray of hope. I can be reached @ endlesselan@gmail.com.

2 thoughts on “Faces

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    An engagingly insightful piece that plunges the reader into deeper existential waters.


    Editorial Footnote:-
    The fifth line struck me as a tad awkward in terms of the poem’s overall pacing and appearance on the page. The use of “And” at the start of a line in my view is generally redundant and gets over used thereby lessening the effect of what it is that you’re trying to convey.


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