Many faces ..
like fallen pale flowers
At meeting places
Around mating grounds
At receptions
All over the sacred sanctums
On graveyards
Many faces ..
like swollen breaths
After losing
Soon after reaching
Right before accepting
While declaring
And sometimes confronting
Many faces ..
Like faraway stars
To make us wonder
To stare at the departed
For bedtime stories
To discover the beyond
Yet fail at the same
Faces change colours
But pale is the prettiest
The inevitable aesthetic Pale 🙂
Kavitha Nair 