Debjani Mitra Poet Free verse

The Real Me

I'm okay, you're okay is a mask in the land of pretend.


I see a face in the mirror.
I do not recognize the firelight facade
Is this the real me
hiding a darkness beneath the mask?
sprinkled fairy dust on pores of skin
layered makeup waxed on blemishes
strokes of rouge and fake eyelashes
and with mascara concealed miseries, 
am I too pretending that all is well?
festering weary wounds  in band-aids,
I do not know how to remove them.
The show goes on...dawn to dusk.
then the music stops and masks fall off.
flecks of sunlight stream through leaves
swirling amber in the last rays of afternoon
I see smiling eyes in the mirror
a real pearl bejewelled face
a garland of white jasmine.
I find the real me.

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Hiya Sharma October 24, 2023 at 2:38 AM Oh my, this is such a heartfelt and thoughtful piece with so many introspective emotions, flowing throughout.. Sprinkling fake fairy dusts upon pores of sadness & covering the actual soul with masks of makeup can't hide the fact of one's suffering.. Through evolution and transformation she found her true self.. Like a real pearled jewel, fragranced with fresh jasmines, beautiful than ever! Without any false pretends or masks! A very wonderful write, dear poetess :) Debjani Mitra October 24, 2023 at 3:33 AM You have such a unique talent of weaving words, so much patient reading and summarizing the excerpts in your own language