An evocative poem by Mamta, where she unmasks fears and appearances.
Series of events
Not necessarily pleasant ones
Caustic and disdainful darts
Thrown with practiced ease
Yet we coat our veneer with plastic
Showing off our pedigree
A lingering vacation
A spell of quiet
Free from chores 
Brings in the fear
The pleasurable nothingness
Might end soon
Weather moods
Broodily overcast sky
Wild and stormy
Spreading contagion
A turbulent heart seeks solace
In rum and sad songs
Phobias, hallucinations
One cannot escape
Creeping in
Everyday presence
A self destructive ecstasy
Wallowing in pain
Fabrications
That pester us
To believe in them
So real they seem
The face and the mask
Like conjoined twins.
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Mamta Joshi did her post graduation in History from University of Allahabad. She writes short stories, reflective essays, prose pieces on everyday life in national dailies and international e-magazines. She writes with equal ease in Hindi. For over two decades, as a teacher of English in college section at SMC, Allahabad, she has been interacting with young minds, understanding their pulse and in turn being savvy on technology, fitness, fashion, humour and rumour too.
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