Hazy moon

Lamps lit white as white,
You see all the colours
which brings no delight,
Eyes weared out, of the
compelling perceptions,
constrained to see
what you want to see...
At the end of the day,
eyes gets soothed
when you look at the
black blue above you
and the hazy moon
staring at you!

My face

I am the stage
I am the player.
Each and every
soul reflects on me,
my incandescence.
I can be anyone.
I can be no one.
Faces I have,
a million of them
But the soul is
left, hard as brick
after every whip
without a grip
,still not rip
nor a drop to sip.
I see it,
Clear as dog eyes,
I see it,
My face.