Faces

I was thinking about the faces ,

Faces that etch themselves into the soul

From when and where did we meet them

You cannot find answers for the poems 

only to questions

When all questions lift themselves and walk away

You wake up

Faces sowing the seeds of dreams

And tangled itself into the  past and future

No… leave the hooks that you have clutched so tightly

Then faces will not haunt you for too long

Faces of those ghosts who are there but not really there

Forgiven may not always mean forgotten

Always it is the same face

That dug deep into the soul

Thrown away years back

Still comes back like waves

May be it is the wind or may be it is the ocean

Who initiates them

Don’t know 

still faces are floating everywhere...

Do not ask too many questions

Else you will lose...