The Mystery Book

I am a faceless face

in a real time display

structured and showcased

in a trendy way

Disguised 

behind the cleverly constructed images.

The shadows

constantly knock  

my doors and windows

colliding 

till they fall down

fractioned,

splitting in sharp

glassy pieces

piercing,

till I bleed.

My doors and windows are admant

they remain closed.

I am  heedless and distant.

I tweet reality every day

but I am blind to

the silent charisma,

surrounding mysteries

of my hidden mystery book.

because

I am a viral socialite

standing on a virtual plane

humanizing

a faceless face

on Facebook page. 

Post by Meena Chopra.

Reverberations

The thrills masquerade

Far away,

I shrink in a black hole,

searching?

The charismatic remote leisure,
Strengthning
facing
the deserted truth.
A plunging darkness
bare as death,

and a dot
disperses a line
in a voluminous circle,
folding the fire
a living time.
Images annihilate.
The bodyless prevails.

What was it?
That whispered
Reverberations
in a chilled silence.

From my book 'Ignited Lines'
#canlit #poetry 

Post by Meena Chopra.