There's a chink in your veil

[GEETASHREE]

There's a chink in your veil
I can glimpse the snowflakes
Fragile curves and strokes
A few of your eyelashes

There's a chink in your veil
I see the luscious lips pout
Glitter the golden sashes

There's a chink in your veil
I beat with your heart
Rejoice in the Spring
Sulk in dark niches
When hopes turn to ashes

There's a chink in your veil
I creep into your leisure
Gaze on past flashes

There's a chink in your veil
So I need not try and fail
To snuggle through your self-
created impasses

There's a chink in your veil
I sneak into the truths
Hidden yet unveiled
Where life with death clashes

There's a chink in your veil
I flow into your veins
And swim in to feel
How the blood rushes

There's a chink in your veil
Like so many other veils
It unveils exactly
Which the "you"of yourself
So poorly suppresses

[blazeofglory]

I can reminisce Kabir reading your poem. I like the lines when you say:




There's a chink in your veil
Like so many other veils
It unveils exactly
Which the "you"of yourself
So poorly suppresses




In fact the veils have always chinks, usually invisible though, and our intent to mask the ugly fails. Our endeavors to screen the repulsive with all etiquettes fail as Khalil Gibran has so marvelously put forth:

Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful.
And though you seek in garments the freedom of privacy you may find in them a harness and a chain.

This figurative expression really tantalized me and I got amok by the quintessence of it