A little like onion
I was searching within, for my real self,
So I started unmasking myself.
The mask was none but me.
Then there was another mask in row,
I unmasked - no friend or no foe,
But this layer was also me!
Layers of masks; some cheery, some down,
Some with extra smile and some with frown.
I examined them all - they were me.
These masks brought down tears slowly,
So I cleansed them pure with water holy,
Still they smelt like me, they were me!
With expectations of a near delight
And a panicky presumption of harm,
A prayer in my mind I silently recite,
The unseen God I naively try to charm.
Awaiting a result, my whole body grieves,
There's no end to thoughts; anxious I stay.
Unclear is my mind, scarcely it believes
Knowing well that heaven is too far away.
Yet, my appeal to Him unendingly yearns,
My sleeplessness reluctant to subside;
Little do I realize that (as my heart burns)
Beyond all the expectations does He reside.
If you're judging me
By how I look, how I act,
Let not that be
An error, far from fact.
Even my body and my nerve
Are unaware of what I do,
You only see and observe
What I choose to show you.
I've no clue, I do not know
What role I play, how I perform,
What I hide and what I show,
For like clay, I take many a form.