Exploring  new masks

in the stillness of time,

sprinted in the hunt

for a unique face.

Concealing the ipseity

many congregated in

this rarest race of

identity,knocking and

dragging one another. 

They advanced treading 

on carcasses in disdain.

The fastest earned

few veils as rest 

got smashed in this


the lost painted

white and black.

Unnoticed amidst the 

thousands of facades,

in a corner still remains

 a reality of  covert 

aura shrouded within

the shadow of the factual.


Picture courtesy:www.neatorama.com

About Piusha

Futile writer,enjoys reading anything under sun.Still on a quest to find a new facet within me.
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