Musings of a Delhi Boy

Like a novice,

Surfing in the turbulence of an ocean,

Shakily going down one moment,

Riding on a wave the next,

I too drift, on the tides of time,

Encountering a sea of faces,

Each face, hidden behind a mask,

Concealing a vortex of emotions,

Forever shifting, a crazy game of chess,

Forever changing, a chameleon in overdrive,

Each face, desperate to tell a million tales,   

But overwhelmed into silence,

Under the burden of masks,

One upon the other,

Which society,

For its own greed, selfishness,

Forces upon us…