Writing
about myself, I thought was difficult.
Not until I
configured I was more reluctant.
Know thy
likes and dislikes, the true self that lays beneath,
Prise open
the shell, for there is so much hidden wealth waiting to bequeath.
A piece of
advise from those wise men, don’t write to impress,
For, men
with the gift of the written gab never can suppress.
So there I
was with this dichotomy; it is not to be or not to be,
But to
display the real self I always want to be.
Not a flirt,
not a romeo, not a chocolaty-lover boy,
But a
dependable, monolith who cannot sink but always remain buoy.
Not a nerd,
not a thick-rimmed bookworm, not a coconut oil mane steam ironed,
But someone
who lets it loose, to care not about which way it flowed.
Thousand
words of nothing or a few phrases which Mastercards shy,
World peace
to two-piece, an objective discussion even on the fly.
Ever in day
dreams for the night is too dark to retain the spark in the dream,
To build a
castle, travel the world, leave a legend and let go off some steam.
So is it a
skill to wear thy love on the sleeve, for passers-by to take note,
Or reserve
all the gangajal vacuum packed in an urn, to unleash in all brute force, to
that right one..
Is there a
plan, well laid out, that our folks, cousins and friends used to head-start,
That I want
to replicate and get a lady who can nestle the longings of the heart.
Approach it formally,
said an angel from my mind-voice,
So like Ambi,
will I write an application in A4 with double line space?
Actually
more to it than meets that ‘space’.
Interviews
they are, putting the best foot forward, trying to be yourself & still impress
sneaking a little glimpse,
Making the
roles & responsibilities clear, to set foot on the voyage with thy
accomplice.
Multiple
roles are there on offer, care giver and taker, in the long journey together,
To take on the
bumps in the road, without a spot of bother.
