Alright, so this is how it starts.
I take my blank page and wander around.
I wander around hoping to find a reason worthy to fill a page with words.
Words which I can weave and make some sense with.
There is chaos all around.
But thats how things have always been for me.
Then I say isn’t chaotic spree a mystic saga?
Fuck yeah! It sure is. So, I think about it and say, I’m glad that sun has gone down for us.
Alright, this is what I want her to listen.
Not that I am bad with one on one conversations.
It’s just that she is sitting in her shell and not opening the windows.
Windows which could carry my voice around.
But now, I’m just left voiceless, trying to preach her Another Is Waiting.
I was startled by her idea of life.
And that probably had me mapped and say, Fuck! She is spot on.
Those ideas, it lacked symmetry.
But the design drew me in, swallowed me in.
I let myself consumed by it, and I am glad I let it.
Her talks are like opium.
I want to learn her lows and know her victories.
I want to know her history and walk with her towards right.
I wish she would see my ugly me and respect that I have shown.
Then I think about the worst that could happen?
I guess, that has already happened. With both of us. Didn’t it?
Why shouldn’t she take a leap of faith this time.
Why shouldn’t she trust someone else’s guts this time.
Worst….She would be glad she met a happy soul.
People wait for a one full cent, but I am happy with a fraction.
That is what our earlier talks did to me.
When I said, I’m nervous and I am doing this after a long time.
I meant it. I’ve lived on the wrong side of the bliss for a good part of my life. So, I know I meant it.
I was honest.
All of this might sound cheesy, so let it be.
I am used to speak my mind, but I cannot speak to thou.
And this is the manner I’ve devised to say I what I feel.
With two hands I make wings and put them on back.
Pretending I can fly and do what I want. And say what I want.
Is this still a poem or its way too self centered? But, this is how I say it.
Hear Me !!