With you, I am me.

When integrity questions, lies hide,
A coward’s mistakes, unfairly,
But to you, there is beautiful truth,
With you, I am me.

When grief swallows, in whirlpool of thought,
A bold pretense of happiness I play,
But on your shoulder, that weakness is crying,
With you, I am me.

To everybody, I try to make sense,
Such respectful dignity in speech,
But I lose all that, unbelievably,
With you, I am me.

False notions, and empty pride,
Gloating gossip and some more wine,
But you deem that unnecessary,
With you, I am me.

To distant friends, when i speak,
Concealed is all insecurity,
But I tell you, nice and neat,
With you, I am me.

They know me not, so they think,
She’s such a vulnerable, shaky thing,
But you know how my playful moods charge and swing,
With you, I am me.

I tell them stories, I justify,
Actions, and appear so polite,
But you’re aware of my goofy side,
With you, I am me.

Draped in thought, I cannot see,
When stress builds up, I suffer and writhe,
But like hot cocoa, you restore warmth,
With you, I am me.

Careless, uncouth and senseless,
Big-mouthed, genuine, funny,
Affectionate, unconfined, fearless,
With you, I am me.

The Midnight of 28th.

Stolen

Stolen from deep repose,
Happily depraved vision gazes,
At midnight charm though cold panes,
And at young love, through ancient casement.

For tis is pleasantly uncommon, the cheetah stealth,
Which hunts a willing prey,
With erratic grandeur,
Disturbing the stillness.

For in this surreptitious watch,
There is no reason,
Lost meaning shares no ground,
With wicked infatuation’s untimely construction.

For she now remembers,
How his laughter rescued,
Unbelievably herself with him,
She is not afraid to be who she is.

For when they tried, and when they failed,
It had stung deep, but then again,
Age is sly, so allow her to teach,
Don’t be victim, to inconsistency.

Aha, she is well aware, responsible is the intellect,
But midnight dreams firmly discard,
Anything that the rationale had sought.

The warm night holds her in embrace,
Crafting another impossibility,
He tempts a stupid heart, and a chortle escapes,
Before beauty sleeps, forgetting reverie….


Midnight.