Lonely Traveler Poem by kunjubi varghese

Reminiscence, like a rose flower

In a bravura vase of the mind;

Like the incessant rain splattering

In the night, on the tin roof, of the soul;

The vanishing mist, and the night, who

Vanquished a beautiful opulent evening;

The air wafting in a soft melody in the distance

In negligence, passing above me.

It dawns on me, that everyone is wearing a mask,

Smiling and charming, radiating kindness

From the eyes, and with soft voices.

A facade to dupe his neighbor,

A make-belief, to appear as saints.

I discern, the painted veil peeling off

From their masks, and see demons there.

Vixens with avarice and lust, preying!