Some time you say it
Some time you say it not
And for most of the times
It is deeply buried in thoughts
And some time while alone
Deeply Engrossed I ponder
Whether I’m a fake or
A diplomat I wondered
I make them fool
Or myself full do I make
I satisfy their ego
Or did their trust I break
They ask me my sincere
Genuine and heart felt advice
But they need appreciation
For thoughts already in minds( there)
And I, when young, learnt
Its dangerous to speak
Our little secrets to world
For it could make me weak
For people often judge
You by your words
And your deeds in large
Remain neglected by the world
The hatred, the love
Real emotions I confined
And in real world, seldom crossed
The invisible laxman line
And whenever crossing
Of The line I chose
In rare conflicts
We were engrossed
When my thoughts
Were only mine
Others in the world
With me they were fine
But they, my thoughts
Suffered a different perspective
When out from closet they became
From dormant to active
And instead of one’s agony
They might have caused
They disrupted all the things
Whatever they now crossed
Inch by inch, for years
A sand castle, one attain
And just a wrong step
And it’s sand again
Though there are few
Who by words never will judge
And in your abilities
They always have the trust
But finding them is still
An herculean task
For everyone out there
Have hundreds of mask
But once you find them
Your task is done
From the feeling of guilt
You find freedom
You speak them for hours
Without risking relations
And nothing surprises them
For they have no expectations
But is it not like
Speaking to a log
Or writing your heart out
In a lonely blog
Yes! What if they don’t react
What if they agree to all your plans
Are they actually genuine
Or like you, not crossing the line
Isn’t it a difficult world
Varying between 0 and 1
One moves between two extremes
Either all or have none
Being a mechanical engineer
For me its disturbing situation
As it has been taught to find
An optimum solution
Somewhere in the middle
The solution often lies
And though hiding, with experience
It can be spotted by eyes
More often than not, though
It changes its place
And a constant vigilance on it
Depends your success
The perfect partner
And soul mate you can only get
When the world we are living in
Is nothing but perfect
Till then one should
Continue with imperfect ones
For sometimes two imperfect ones
Make a perfect solution
PRANKIES
I make them fool
Or myself full do I make
Its dangerous to speak
Our little secrets to world
For it could make me weak
And there are more expressions I can quote but only have to say this
You echo my thoughts or we have really similar thoughts.
Lucky to share this place with you Prankies.
Thanks for being here.
Happy reading readers!
Yours loving warrior
NAINA
🤗 our symbiosis
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Thanks a lot warrior for your appreciation and thoughts over the poem.
And as we mutually share ideas, emotions and respect it’s not only you that is lucky to share this place, this is also mutual. Thanks for giving me such a great platform 🙏😎.
Whenever there is constructive interference
It results in perfect resonance
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