Frown of Joy

Aren’t we supposed to engrave a big smile
On our faces
Inspite of all the ache and turmoil?
Aren’t we supposed to look happy
Even when we are in a great sorrow?
Aren’t we all actors of a play
In clearing our face from emotion
Aren’t we in rehearsal of the biggest show
Denial of our pain?
Aren’t we always in nostalgia
For the good moments we had
Aren’t we in a daydream of what life would be
If we could just change a variable?
Aren’t we fixated on that day or moment
Where we started to see life as it’s meant to be seen?
Aren’t we more scared of living truly
Than facing the inevitable death?
Why not then,
A frown for joy.
A cry for a bliss.
A morbid look for happiness.
Just for a change.
Isn’t that the same thing anyway?
Only a different act?!