Poem- 10

Boxes of identities
Masks of pretenses
Painted smiles
Dew drop tears.

Shrouded existence
Under the cover of limitless fears-
Why is Sun not here yet?
Why has the rain not left the ground wet?

Lesbian, Gay, Straight-
Our little windowless boxes.
Man, woman-
Our dark alleys of existence.
You, me and They?
Can you find the answers?

Sit under the sky.
Let the wind erode your masks-
Identities, pretenses, smiles ad tears
Reside within the eye.
Cease to look
Begin to realize-
All that is here
Is YOU-
Nothing else. :)