Faces Everywhere

Faces in the train

Faces to suffocate 

Faces different they are 

With colours, shapes n body types

With gajras, jewelleries n sarees

With pajama, kurtis, burkha or niqab, 

With happiness, joy, stress n strain

They have a buzzing energy

Girls not women yet, 

Women with children, 

Women no longer having them, 

Women of offices, 

Women of services, 

Women of houses, 

All akin. 

I look at tight skin

I look at sagged busts

I look at dreamy smiles

I look at bored countenance

I look at creased foreheads 

I look at running laughter 

I look at the many around me 

And focus on one 

The nearest possibly

And farthest impossibly. 

I look at myself, 

And how count my face, 

One in appearance 

Many in reality. 

I know 

The world I see has one face each

And then again, they have a million more, 

Buried deep