Masks

He roams around this world

Wearing the masks of chances,

Sometimes of regrets,

Heartfelt sorrows, gratitude left unexpressed,

Love which stayed undeclared,

The affection which he had starved.

He carries those masks

As weight on his bare shoulders

Which seem like the burden

Of a thousand hearts.

He bears the brunt of all of those emotions

Which he had concealed for

Time unknown, even to his own self.

And now, he simply cannot handle

The colossal burden of all of those emotions,

All at once, not that doing so

Shall be possible.

For, despite the emotions

Still being the same, the people,

They have changed,

So has changed their demeanour.

And, so he chose to carry

The tremendous heaviness

Of all of those emotions, as masks,

Which he may conveniently

Wear on his face, for those who

Had been once deprived of

Witnessing their presence,

To feel them now.

He knows nothing shall be the same,

As it had been the time,

When people had been desperate for

His portrayal of emotions,

At least a moment of it,

From it, but, he had chosen to

Walk away from those-the people and

The emotions. He knows, now,

These emotions shall hold.

A negligible gravity, but, he still has chosen,

To carry the burden of those masks.

For, by doing so,

He wishes to cast away the burden of

Suppressed warmth, the heat

Dissipating from it

Far away from his heart.

He now wishes to carry those masks,

To uncover his heart,

From thousands of layers,

Of burning lava of emotions.

He has been roaming the world

With those masks, and now,

It's been long.