A mask

A mask,
to conceal and remove

the reality of us,
to conceal and remove
our emotions,
to conceal and remove
a connection;
then repeat.

‘Let’s be strangers again’,
wear masks so
the next time I fiddle
my way back to you,
I can cover my face
and adopt the act of a poet.

At least until
my fake skin,
the plastic act,
settles into my flesh,
and we can faceless faces again.

-Taru Gupta


This is the fifth work for the project ‘what’s in a name?’ which celebrates the presence of poetry in daily objects. This is not one of my best works, but I think this needed to get out of my system. I was looking at the mask I had from a masquerade ball and all I could do was think of one specific person and ponder upon how I wear a mask to conceal everything from him and ask ‘can we just be poets again if not strangers?’

Like this poem, if you have ever been in a similar situation where you had to unknow someone like its a trick game.

Love,
Taru.

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A mask by Taru Gupta is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

4 thoughts on “A mask

  1. As difficult as it is in the beginning, in time you’ll learn to see the other person for who they really are… once the masks of banality are up and the love goggles go down.

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    • What if the person is no longer in your life, you never loved him, and now are just two writers? It was a little difficult in the beginning because I don’t know how to do ‘strangers’, but time heals all, especially when there was no love to begin with.

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