Face, the whistlelblower

My face-

When I am happy

When I am sad

When I am sleepless

When I am tired

When I am tense and anxious

When I am ageing

It just blows it’s whistle

Revealing the state of the moods I am in,

The stages of my life

The expression are it’s whistle

blown by the emotions churning within

There are timeI like that whistle

When I am happy, effulgent

When I am at presentable best

I like to display my face

as many times as possible

Mirror seems sweet then

There are times when I am

Looking haggard with lines of worry

tension,age climb over to my Mt.Everest

stridently whistling up on my face

I simply wish to hide my whistleblower

Out of sight or wear a total mask on

No use leaving the eyes open

Eyes themselves give away

As they are part of the face!

There are times when I just love

the whistleblower

Just expressionless, serene and peaceful

Irrespective of whether I wish to display,

Hide or love it’s unfair to blame it

When it’s just blown by emotions, age etc.,

Whistleblower you have a task

Bestowed upon by the nature

I acknowledge and try not to

Suppress your whistle!

You are my sweet baby

Whether you smile or cry!

-Mohan Sanjeevan