Standing a far from a crowd,

Wondering who all of you actually are,

I think to myself what a perfect picture –

The old and new mixed together.

Conjured up to be such an eclectic mixture.

Masked emotions and dresses to kill,

Touch the right nerve and there might be so much to spill.

Needless to say they’ve hidden all that away,

With bright jewels and flashes of smiles,

They found their interface where happiness and sadness collides.

It’s all a charade

For you take home only more anger and rage

But lets not forget -

 We all partake in this social masquerade.