::: The Mask...:::
Wow a
perfect foundation … fits perfectly well
A perfect
makeup… a perfect disguise.
No one sees
the wrinkles, no pimples, no room for flaws
When I take
a look into the mirror I see…
I see just
the perfect façade of myself
I have to
look perfect for this event
You never know if twitter, google plus, Instagram,
Facebook…etc. will be my host tonight.
My smile….a
perfect smile it should be
It has to
be perfect… not too electric
No one
should see the pain or sense the air of mockery.
I use to
know that through a smile, one could see the threshold of the heart
So I have
to play my role perfectly well,
I don’t want
to give room for wrong interpretations
The on and
off switch smile
Yes I look
great
My Walk… tuck the tummy in…
No one has
to know I have a little too much package there.
And I have
to walk straight and look glorious.
I think my
high heels will do the trick despite my bad ankle
Yes I look
perfect…this is the picture I want to show…
Ready to
step out…and it dawns on me
All this hard
work is it just to put up a show.
With a
perfect mask, into a world which is far from perfect.
You see the
growing demand for perfection has made the common man lost his simple self.
Does anyone
care to know what is behind the façade?
We are all interested
in the outside.
Where are
we heading to?
It’s
another weekend after a long hard week at work…
Are we getting
into the weekend with or without a mask?
And for
onlookers are we willing to see beyond the mask or we are contented with the perfection
of the façade.
Whichever way
you want to have it…
Have a
great weekend…
I Love you
all with or without your mask on.
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