The Masquerade Of Life Poem by Nawa Raj Subba

To live—
is to try to show a shadow its own form,
to inscribe tales of existence
on the parchment of death.

We are travelers who fail to recognize our own faces,
merchants of smiles concealing a thousand silent tears,
actors in the ceaseless play
of bargaining with our own hearts.

Carrying stars of the sky within our hearts,
adorning our hands with dreams of sand,
we strive to name the unfamiliar reflections
that gleam within our souls.

To struggle—
is to seek answers from our own echoes,
to grasp, once more,
the fading light dissolving in the depths of time.

To live—
is sometimes to deceive oneself,
and sometimes to stand against the truth,
to prove that we exist.