Cutie Patootie

Judged you so badly and wanted my judgement to be true:

Just an empty sport with a spur of youth – Shallow and sleazy;

Yet another modern menace!

Wondered why I was instinctively drawn to you?

You revealed as an Edgar Allen Poe’s poem:

Line by line you shine in different shades

Still a mystery to be deciphered…

Never wanted you to grow on me

Yet you look more beautiful day by day…

Indeed, Nicholas Sparks spark the flicker:

Never imagined you to be a reckless romantic soul lurking beneath…

Wonder after wonder you are: How come a classicist are you? Jane Austen! Jules Verne!

Hopelessness dragged you to futility of War affairs though!

You glow in your aura of sportsmanship:

Discipline is the valued possession of a sportsman:

You persevere through to retain the speed and agility…

Indeed, following your passion rubs me a lot!

Yet you scare me with your masks,

With your shallowness of ‘out of sight out of mind’,

With your dark secrets and grey shades,

With your nonchalant and self-sabotaging habits!

Know not the Universal Agenda:

You did bring back life in me – anger, joy and sorrow, indeed!

Never want to slip back into nothingness and numbness anymore…

If harmlessly holding on to you helps my survival

Why not?!?

You are My Wordless Poem

You are a poem that never finds words,
Stay inside me in abstract abundance…
I can’t fathom why I get high on you!
The more I try to find words to spit you out,
The harder I get trapped in choking silence;
I stopped figuring you out through a language;
I let you rumble inside me without expression
Sometimes, I try so hard to make sense:
Of the emotions I have for you,
Of the flutters in my gut when I hear your name,
I ended up either with smiles
Or with tears without a reason!
If I found a sensible reason to decipher the connection,
I would have moved on with many other sensible options.
You stay as the eye of a storm in me –
A beautiful silence that I always long to reach…
Beyond the roaring and tearing storm!