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.
Lovely poem
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DeleteThank you +Jennifer
ReplyDeletei am faceless face .....nice word in poems but i think we have lot of faces
ReplyDelete+Kamlesh ji, yes it is true :)
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