My feelings for you are mayhem and I am not worried that it sways
between the pinnacle and nadir. The harder I try to direct them they flee from
me. Trying to veil them will only bury
them alive, at a snail's pace I realized that my thoughts were looked upon disjointedly
from me. Losing rhythm in comprehending about someone you closely trust and
love is a state of sheer failure.
Lending a helping hand when you are in distress do not
make me a charity worker, I can still be your soul-mate
Cooking delicacies that tantalizes your taste-buds do not
make me a master-chef; I can still be your soul-mate
A painting on a canvas especially on a special day made solely
for you do not make me a well-known artist; I can still be your “soul-mate”
I make you smile at times when your heart wants to let a violent
cry out do not make me a clown; I can still be your soul-mate”
Beautiful lines from my heart flow in the form of a poem
just for you do not make me a writer; I can still be your “soul-mate”
I do not need an adjective prefix to be happy. I have abundant qualities but that
is not who I am, they do not define me. They are just skills I may have developed over years with lot
of efforts but today when I do it for you I feel laudable. I am not a bag of
adjectives, I bleed too when injured, I sob too when life defeats me at times,
I do everything you do but still I lose myself finding the essence of my life
in your arms. Anything I do for you are not for the lucrative titles you bequeath
me with; abundant love, an everlasting curve on your lips, a soft kiss on my
forehead, a gentle hug when distressed and shattered, a hand that holds me until
the ultimatum parts us away, a voice that can proudly scream to the world and
say, Here she is - “MY SOUL-MATE” is
all I need.
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BEAUTIFUL !!!!!!!
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