झरोखा - A window to my soul

The Wistful Longing

I need someone to love me,
On my greasy hair days,
and on my no shower mondays...
On the days my skin refuses to glow,
and on the days my stomach seems to bloat.

I need someone to cherish me,
When the mood swings get better of me,
and the anger sweeps away all the glee.
When the sadness seeps through my skin,
I want you to be my greatest win.

I need someone to console me,
As the tears stream down my cheeks,
and their saltiness burns through my creaks.
As my screams become deafening,
their noise now only a poison in my being.

I need someone to hold me,
When my shoulders become too heavy,
the weight on them too much too carry.
When my legs grow tired of standing,
I hope you can be my only landing.

I need someone to believe me,
When the world sees me a liar,
and the pile of accusations grow higher.
As I keep pleading for my innocence,
I wish you don't become the reason for my absence.

I need someone to treasure me,
Like a jewel so rarest of the rare,
even after I decide to leave myself bare.
Everything I've said and done so far,
yet you're convinced, I'm no less than a star.