Unveiled

I am unveiled.

The piece of cloth I used to cover my face, is lost somewhere.

I lost it.

Somewhere in the crowd,

Somewhere, among the masked people.

Today I am standing here,

Unveiled.

My face is uncovered.

When I lost that cloth,

I became scared.

What if,

My face is revealed to everyone?

What if, the boy afar could see my lips?

What if, the man beside me could see my eyes?

What if, I come across my own reflection,

In the glass window of any shop?

For decades, I have not seen myself in the mirror.

I forgot how was my face, how I looked,

Once. Decades ago.

Today, I stand unveiled.

For I have nothing to hide.

From you, from the world.

My story is being written since years,

Perhaps, before my birth.

But still, I have a thousand year old one,

Sleeping inside my heart,

Covered with hundreds of lies.

You think you can see me?

You can see all of me?

Yes, you see my face.

Smiling, sometimes,

Uttering the beauty around,

With her clumsy lips.

But I see my soul, lying here,

All alone in the darkness.

I see some places in me,

Isolated from others,

Homeless, staring at me like an orphan.

I find some untold stories of me, there.

I call them, scars.

I find my glory in them,

For I see, the light,

Entering in my soul,

Through the pain.

I am proud of them.

For they sing the echo of my wounds.

I know, they are mine.

My lips, my eyes.

My perfections, my imperfections.

My scars, my beauty,

My defeats, my victory.

All mine. Mine alone.

I am unveiled,

But at deepest of my soul,

A part of me is still waiting,

To lift its veil.

One time,

And then,

Thousands of times over.