Faces under faces

I see you smiling. With the expression on your face that welcomes me. I go and shake hands with you. Your smile grows.

"Aadi... looking cute today!", a chick says. I smile and like any other human being, I am happy. But then exactly three and half minutes (* Under testing conditions; results may vary.) later, she would ask you for a favour.

There are faces hidden under faces. There are intentions embedded into these hidden faces. A smiling face is not often all about it. Layers underneath the one on the surface lies a face that is way different from the one above.

I often see this face under the faces. But I am not scared. That's because as I remove, in my mind, one face off you, I realise that there is no face left at all. We all are, in our purest forms, the energetic and pure soul at the end. We all are objects of this pure form of energy beneath all the faces we carry.

Why do people put on so many faces on the top of the real self that the real person gets lost resultantly?

Why do we forget that the soul that resides within all of us has no face at all? The fakeness and pretence are attributes of the very body we are into.