Sometimes I think
to fictionize myself
as that trendy girl
making my life
little bit daedal
little bit elemental
sometimes I feel
to vomit out complexity
believing mystery is what
you love to solve.
The inquisitive mystery in
my vibrant lipstick
my blackish mascara
or the pinkish blusher.
with me in salacious dress.
Sometimes my heart
makes me to believe
innocence can never
give birth to mystery.
Simplicity cannot shout
for it is always confined
in some rigid walls of mind.
May be I hold somewhere
some misleading, absurd,
foolish and adulterated
definition of ‘innocence’ and ’simplicity’.
Everyone shouted
to change, to adapt to be a
pixyish, whimsical woman.
I tried and grossed out
“I have to change to get love”
But that was not easy
not because
my trail was not vigorous
but because
I have started to think
“How I will hold the end?”
They can make me to learn
the game rules
and how to play
creating mysterious mystery.
But I am the only one
to end the game.
For I always feared void, end,
the end – beginning of nothingness.
For I always love to play the game
with my heart and my soul.
I will be the loser
in both the ways.
Sometimes I think,
If I give my hand to you,
You will surely hold it
not because you want to hold it for life
but because you want to help me
to cross the road.
Sometimes I wonder
‘crossing the road’ is
far better and simpler
than creating the mystery to seize you!
hmmm… thats tough one..
All love poems make a mention of the rosy lips and the “kajrari” eyes… so if thats where love starts from then doesnt really matter whether its the natural pinkishness of ur lips or the sparkle of ur lipsticks… boys are too foolish to notice the difference…
All that matters at the end is that ur simplicity finds match with his complexity
your eyes are where he looks for his identity.. ur souls sing the song of life together.. thats when true love will spring out and all other things will become secondary…
Neilina – Thanks Riti for the comment! But I didn’t mean all these things. I was thinking about what would happen if we put all our efforts to get a thing (mainly the efforts which are rosy in the eyes of the world and which everyone do in order to get the things) and at last how it would feel, if we have to leave that thing? How you feel when at the end you come to know that your effors are fake and also, the thing you achieve can leave you any time. Because you used only fakeness of the world rather truth of your heart!
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Sometimes I think,
If I give my hand to you,
You will surely hold it
not because you want to hold it for life
but because you want to help me”
you know somewhere it took me back to my dilemma..as to what am I gonna risk for what I get..is a moment full of pleasure worth risking a possible bigger misery.
Neilina – Yeah Rambler, you said true! But you know, sometime mind pings you with a question…..What if? How long, we shall have to live in the dilemma, for misery will be there or not! I guess you are not sounding optimistic in this!