Thursday, February 3, 2011

The Masked Strangers

The familiar scent of loneliness,
Began enveloping me,
Those invisible scars-
Started darkening.
The wounds in the past,
Jogging my memories,
That reclusive nature in me,
Revealed itself.

I did not desire for the Care of the World,
For all I could see was-
Envy and Hatred in every one of their Faces.
Love did not matter to me,
For I was lost.
In the frame of mind,
I was enticed by Them-
The Masked Strangers.

Their voices kept me alive-
from fading away;
Their Laughter made me Smile,
As Their words sunk deep,
into the chambers of my Heart,
I basked in Contentment,
for a while-at least.
The loquacious part of me bloomed,
in Their company.
Like true Comrades,
Their shadows joined hands with mine;
Their gentle utterances were melodic to my Soul.

I knew not how Their Faces looked like,
As They were concealed with Masks,
But They never wore,
a Mask on Their Hearts-
They were Humans with Humanity
unlike the Ones i knew.

Courage engulfed my Soul,
They had shown me the Light,
Strengthened me,
There was a joyous reunion of emotions,
In the aura of my Soul,
Reflected from the enthusiasm in Their voices.

They taught me to Love,
my Masked Comrades.

They never removed Their Masks,
from Their Faces,
Yet i knew They were Graceful ones.

They vanished,
Once They knew I was secure enough.

Their voices still resonates in my Soul,
I can still feel Their shadows accompanying me,
Always by my side,
Guiding me.

Hence They will,
forever be my Masked Comrades,
unlike the Masked Strangers,
i once opined Them to be.


  1. in sum, they are the "faces of Love" (in invisible mode):)
    btw welcome to the world of virtual identity!!

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  3. Wow.. Its really amazing to read the depths. My fev. line where I found the Zist is-

    "They never removed Their Masks,
    from Their Faces,
    Yet i knew They were Graceful ones."

    Looking forward for more posts.

  4. @vaastav :)hehe :) thank you :P :D

  5. beautifully written. You've kinda summed up how I feel when I'm all lonely. That's exactly what i go through, some gloominess engulfing me. And the masked comrades, I have them too. Good work!

  6. O One of Reflections.

    Like Thy touch of hope at the end of Thy expressions.

    Lovely Wordwork... Dark n deep like the waters of a calm lake on misty morng.

    W-e Likes.