BARED

I cannot write,

My words fail;

I cannot always offer,

My demanding senses sometimes prevail.

I cannot always be truthful,

Though I regret those lies;

I cannot smile forever,

I very often give up and cry.

I cannot create the perfect home,

There will be loopholes I know;

I might not give you the most beautiful baby,

I shall try very much though.

I cannot lose the love I was gifted,

I know I am a coward deep inside;

I shall be a loser in need of support,

More often than the strength by your side.

All this and much more in hiding,

I conceal from your sharp probing eyes;

I just bared the secrets of my soul to you,

Just stay and listen to its silence…don’t ever utter that last Goodbye.

THE WANDERING

It felt like a lone petal,

Waiting to blossom like a flower;

It felt like an atom of light,

Waiting to shine like a star.

It felt like a jigsaw puzzle,

Waiting to get solved;

It felt like a sketch on that white sheet,

Waiting to get its colors and dissolve.

It felt like a crescent moon,Waiting to cast its full body;

It felt like a problem unfixed,

Waiting to find its right remedy.

It felt like a house on that lane,

Waiting to be a lively home;

It felt like the last few words of a sonnet,

Waiting to receive their final words of worth.

Moments galore incomplete,

Mysteries abundant unsolved;

I wondered in search of that light of perfection,

Till I stumbled and discovered...the deepest dark of my heart.