Kathakali dancer (Indian traditional dance) captured at Kingdom of Dreams, Gurgaoan. |
Beneath the layers of coloured powder
Lay her ageing pale skin,
Dying with every fleeting moment.
Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai for Jen's Ghost Writer Post.
wow you rarely think of what is beneath. This is quite a nice tilt
ReplyDeleteyes moonie... we are so engrossed in what meets our eyes we forget what lies beneath!!
DeleteThe story of us all, I'm afraid...
ReplyDeleteYes maam...
DeleteLayer upon layer -- very moving :)
ReplyDeleteWhat lies underneeath is hidden...
DeleteNo escaping, just masking it! Lovely write.
ReplyDeleteAging can be beautiful but there is no escaping it...
DeleteOh, the masks we wear!
ReplyDeletePeering Under the Bean Leaves
To hide our truer selves..
DeleteHer life....................still she goes on
ReplyDeleteYes ... it does...
DeleteWhat a vision ... her white mask is but camoflage, hiding her beauty within.
ReplyDeleteYes bastet... we beleive more in what we see than within... and hence we camouflage. ..
ReplyDeleteTrue,Arushi.We view only the outward glow.Touching.(This is Kerala's Kathakali-a traditional classical dance form)
ReplyDeleteThank you rudra... I saw the dance once in kochi yes...
DeleteWonderfully written haiku Arushi ... you have already an own style ... great!
ReplyDeleteThank you kristjaan... still a lot to learn though..
Deletepoignant poem. thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThank you belinda
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