Simply Me

Me

Read this,
But know that it is a risk.
Read this,
Bear in mind that you are warned.

Look,
I live within you
If you only see me.
I breathe from your lips,
My story is then told.
Give me a name,
Anything that you please
But don't forget,
I am a dove that matches
Love for love and peace for peace;
A lullaby you hear,
That lures you to sleep.
I am a song whose lyrics you don't remember.
I am the sun that shines
But
You are oblivious:
Not bothered to look;
Not bothered to seek.

Yet,
My spirits are high.
There is hope,
There are dreams
Surfacing
Like tadpoles
In Monsoon.
I will ask you questions
So complex; so deep,
You will dwell
In the darkest corners of your existence.

Then,
You are enlightened;
Tranquility accepts you with open arms.
The words that you will speak
Would be mine.
The steps that you take,
Monitored by me.
You will recognise me
In places old and places new.
You shall smell mint and apples,
A mixture
To guide you
To me.
You will be imprisoned
But
You shall smile.
You will be aloof
But
You shall feel warmth
For the sun will be yours.

Soon
You will get up
And I would know why.
"Don't go,"
I would say
But you would not listen,
Like always
And I would wait;
Eyes on the ground,
Just how you would want them.
Hands clasped,
Placed on the knees,
Obeying your command,
Shaping myself,
Playing the role you assigned to me,
Becoming a slave,
But don't disguises too reveal?
"Come back,"
I would whisper,
Almost a sigh,
But would you hear it?
Close your eyes,
Concentrate,
And feel,
With your heart,
And you shall hear
The heart that beats
For you;
Just like a poem,
All dedicated to you.
A song
For your ears alone
But would you hear it?
If not,
Then I am still writing
But
In vain, in vain!
The wound exposed,
At the mercy of pain;
Full of hate and disdain
But would you feel it?
If not,
Then I am still feeling
But
What a shame!
Shame, shame
Is a word used
To throw blame
Upon the conscience;
I won't use it.
But would you care?
If not,
I am not complaining
But,
I can see red
A colour,
Red, red
In my bed,
Upon my sheets
But spread,
Pillows torn
To shred;
These too aren't the evidence
For passion
So would you show me
How you test
Passion for passion?
Love for love?
Love for hate?
Hate for love?
Or
Hate for hate?
Hurt?
No,
I am not.
Angry?
I will
never be.
Remorse?
It could have been worse.
"So what do you feel?"
You would ask.
I would say,
"I feel as if,
I am skinned
Off, pealed;
Naked and barren,
No more to show,
Nothing left to hide."
You would smile and ask,
"What would you do?"
I would answer
But
Not for you ears
Rather
For your heart,
As I would see them nearing.
So I would say,
"I would wait,
I would wait for you
To come back,
To come back to me".
And I am hit!

I am
Hit
And
I see
Black,
Black as a colour.
They ask if there is more.
Black is a colour,
I tell them
But they laugh
For they don't know.
They call me blind.
Am I
Blind
If I differentiate
White from black;
Black from white?
But they won't see,
They won't know;
They won't feel.
More questions are thrown my way.
Do you hear,
They ask.
I tell them,
Yes,
I hear
Silence.
They laugh again
For they don't know
Yet,
They don't hear,
Or appreciate,
Never bother!
Never care!
A moto
Going on again
Over and over
A mantra,
They make of it,
A prayer
And
More!
"Say something,"
They order
But I gesture.
Don't actions speak?
And I hear
Laughter!
A story repeating itself;
A society moulding a man
But not the sun that lives inside.

Then,
A song is played;
It says,
"I know your secrets.
The past behind your smiles;
The truth within your lies;
The heart inside your chest;
The hate under your tears;
The passion holding your fears;
The secret of your life.
I know that
You are
A nymph in disguise,
A deity;
A goddess,
The beloved of Jove,
The Cupid's love;
A light in the dark;
You are a mother
Of butterflies
And of moths;
Of fireflies
And of bees
All hidden in the trees.
I know your secrets."
The song stops.

Curse,
Then I hear,
Flat out,
Bold,
And ruthless,
Sad
And amusing,
Cold
With hatred;
Heated
With rage.
Curse!
"Fie!"
Says the King,
"Fie upon thee,
For lying
And hiding,
For running
And escaping;
To enter
The enticing waters
That tempt
Little doves
And turn them
Black!"
Fie!
A curse,
A hearse,
A scuttle;
A shutter
Pulled down;
Night follows
Slowly and silently.
The devil does the job:
A dove corrupted;
An angel gone rogue.
It is done!

Remember,
Now, I warned you;
I told you
That I'll let it be
How it was to be.
I told you
I won't
Intervene
But
I also told you
I would
Leave
As soon as
You leave
And I won't
Stay behind
To see
The world
Coming to an end!