As i compromise and settle <br />into this moment of <br />A frenzy of colours and lost souls; <br />I feel a surreal calm <br />flooding my senses and clouding <br />My reasoning. <br /> <br />I see nothing less than <br />a masked ball. <br />Their masks crumbling <br />with every word they speak. <br />They hide themselves, <br />only to show themselves, <br />and what they fear most; <br />to the ones they cant bear. <br /> <br />The pregnant sunsets, the virgin raindrops <br />go unnoticed. Disregarded and <br />equalled to every sip of numbing, <br />murderous volley of unneccesary words. <br />The loud murmur of voices; <br />a violation, to the silence of their minds. <br /> <br />Yet they live, like all before them <br />not a fleeting moment passes by <br />uncaught by their restless, motionless minds. <br />As i compromise and settle, <br />no one utters a word in disagreement; <br />Extreme tolerance or indifference. <br />I put my crumbling mask on.<br /><br />arundhati sinha<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-a-cafe/
