Tuesday, 9 April 2013

Hollow

I'm doing poetry this month, in case you missed the first post. 

Masquerade
Credit- Aidan Morgan

You see a shape,
The semblance of being.
A shell
That is all.

You hear a voice, 
The drone of expected thoughts.
A tape,
That is all.

You feel emotions,
The curve of strawberry lips,
A mask,
That is all.

Break open the shell,
The tape, the mask and you'll find,
Emptiness.
That is all.

A race that is close to losing its identity, on the path of becoming predictable clones, pretenders...

10 comments:

  1. Hi Sania .. a sad perspective on life and tiny niches that are left of societies .. we do need to preserve, to look after, to nurture all peoples and appreciate their ancestral roots ..

    Cheers Hilary

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    1. I couldn't have agreed more Hilary. We need to start "living".

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  2. This is a beautiful poem (: Also, I gave you an award on my blog (:

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  3. What a sad poem, but lovely to read. (Hope this comment works. I tried once and it threw me out!)

    Rosalind Adam is Writing in the Rain

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    1. Yup, you got through. Thanks for the feedback Rosalind.

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  4. Reminds me of politicians that drone out the same old rhetoric... sad poem but beautiful at the same time!

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    1. Thanks Nick. I did write another poem on politics. It's going to air for the letter O. :)

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  5. This is so sad, and yet becoming more and more true.

    From A to Z, Kristen's blog: kristenhead.blogspot.com

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    1. Yes. Everywhere you look, there are people and the you look closer and they are just masks. :)

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