Faces ...

I have faces many more,
many diverse faces
veiled in mine.
I am one in many
yet many in one entwine.


I walk with my head held high,
I laugh aloud at the inky-blue sky.


I toil and effort with eyes cold and fiery,
lips complex withdrawn yet strangely flowery.


Sometimes the days would be hurried, hassled and faded,
still I will brave all struggles with passion wild and naked.


I dance and sing in ecstasy and mirth plenty,
at a falling rain, a bird’s tweet or at nature’s bounty.


I transact, bargain, co operate and compromise,
I haggle and quibble yet  flutter like a butterfly.


I stand taller on my toes, tear apart the Sun and peep within,
I love like a passionate storm, like a soft dew drop, every combat I win.


Yet alone in the solitude of the night I cry,
hiding my face among so many sobs and sighs.


I have faces many more,
many diverse faces
veiled in mine.
I am one in many
yet many in one entwine.