TÊTE-À-TÊTE WITH MYSELF

TÊTE-À-TÊTE WITH MYSELF

Oh Hey! There you are, Sangeetha! A face that I want to see first thing every morning!

Quite a journey we've trudged together demanding and overwhelming!

Who are you, you ask? I see you for the unseen scars you don't go flaunting

And the battles you've overcome oh so daunting!

That's a sacred secret we've locked in vault

Ain't for all to know, judge and find fault…

But here you're today as bright as a spring dawn

Once upon a time tongue tied but no longer as shy as a fawn

As fading eventide gives way to yawning twilight

You're a dancer, pirouetting in dark lace to match the Iris heavens

From soft-spun gossamer webs you weave mystical daydreams and wizardry,

The sunbeams of silken gold threads to conjure marvel-like tapestry!

The stars, sequins on your trailing gossamer and silk

It's a heady potion where you sail on swan-shaped puffed clouds above

An irenic space for fantasies and fairy tales of true love…

Is this your snug cocoon of twilight darkness,

In this cradle, you find immense happiness?

Shimmering and morphing in a world of magical land faraway

Do you daydream you're a songbird in a midsummer sky on a cloudless day…

You belong to the sunset and the autumn sky

Like a lone eagle you soar and fly

You hear the whispers of the waves and songs of the seas

Music of faraway realms, is it possible to hear all these?

You're the sparkle and the dazzle

The snowfall and the mizzle

After you cry your head out, grieve and settle

You double-back, strive, survive, and prove your mettle

You've broken free, unshackled your chain

In the mist you've found yourself again!

Your wings are now strong, you're ready to fly

You belong to the moonlit nights and the starry sky!

Pic Courtesy:ArtoonsInn Poetry Parlour

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