This merriment of ours will never cease.
Let the champagne pour; glasses click some more.
No hindrance to the laughter or the tease.
Even if grieved heart is crushed to the core.
The winds of fallacies now blow; so I,
Have left my truth far behind me; To get
Pleasure of bodies, choking souls do die.
So, my soul now cheats, knowing no regret.
Forgiven myself have I, for the cheat.
Forgiven myself have I, for the lies.
Now for me as much for you, is the treat
Of my painted lips, my mascaraed eyes.
With my broken pieces of heart now glued,
Back again am I with my mask renewed.
~Almas Kiran Shamim
and Poets United