At A Cafe Poem by arundhati sinha

As i compromise and settle
into this moment of
A frenzy of colours and lost souls;
I feel a surreal calm
flooding my senses and clouding
My reasoning.

I see nothing less than
a masked ball.
Their masks crumbling
with every word they speak.
They hide themselves,
only to show themselves,
and what they fear most;
to the ones they cant bear.

The pregnant sunsets, the virgin raindrops
go unnoticed. Disregarded and
equalled to every sip of numbing,
murderous volley of unneccesary words.
The loud murmur of voices;
a violation, to the silence of their minds.

Yet they live, like all before them
not a fleeting moment passes by
uncaught by their restless, motionless minds.
As i compromise and settle,
no one utters a word in disagreement;
Extreme tolerance or indifference.
I put my crumbling mask on.