By Anubhuti Saha
And the masquerade ball continues
Can you at-least see me through
It’s a game of peek a boo
We all loved from the time of Tom and Jerry to Winnie the Pooh
Previously it was just a game in life
Now it’s a game of life, which we all go through
All dressed up fancy with a mask to put on to
Hiding all the jitters inside the fancy gown of glitters
Amidist of all the glitters in the ballroom, it’s the glittering eyes that mattered
Asking again, can you at-least see me through
For some unknown reason
All my Gray Matter wanted to be is, in sync with the colour grey
So, I painted my gown grey
May be because, at the end of the day, you are nothing but a shade of grey
Again, filled with the music of silence, the masquerade ball continued
Among the dance of skeletons made of rust,
your presence is a must, as it’s equivalent to a sprinkle of pixie dust
Some moments with you were a Déjà vu, as if it was meant to be true
Wrestling its way through, although it was an impromptu
So, the masquerade ball continued, in a journey of
life from imperfect to I am perfect for you.
By Anubhuti Saha
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