Behind the Curtains | Naga Shivani Yeruva (10)

Behind the curtains 

Something hides

Its gesture soft and sly

To the world that shimmer and light.

Beneath the lines where ink run thin 

Truth hides its face, let dreams begin

The real end in painted light 

And my eyes become heavy and out goes the light.   

Mirrors whisper what they know

That every mask is just a show

 every glance a knowing nod

From somewhere deeper we all have known.

Walk towards the noise 

Hear the voices in my head  

Something calls behind the door 

From the room's walls to the floor. 

So lift the curtain cross the line

Let truth and fantasy tie 

For what is real and what is not 

Are threads within the same tight knot.