Perspectives, if that is what you call these

This is just the usual me thinking about unusual things,
trying to make peace with my heterogeneous pieces,
wondering if whatever I am made of is genuine,
taking life one moment at a time, one day at a time,
not picturing how would it be if I was still the old me,
not peeking into how would it be if I renew my current self,
just being, remaining, relieving myself of the burden of not
having to think,
just getting acquainted with me a bit more than before,
maybe I never had the time for this or possibly the patience,
but now I am ready to think about anything under the stars,
I am ready to think about life and lifelessness, about magic
and the ordinary,
I am already thinking why I am alive, what could it be that
I am here to attain or maybe nothing,
What could it be that makes me more human than anything
else, than anybody else,
I ask, I answer, I comprehend, I run, I walk, I dream, I fear,
I possess, I let go, I think, I think, I think on.

Mr. Skeptic Says

Yes maybe I want to be loved
to feel vulnerable and not care
to be told that I am special,
who doesn’t want to after all?

Yes maybe I want to love back
to experience the true form of joy
to surrender myself in compassion,
who doesn’t need to after all?

Yet despite all, I’m insecure maybe
Yes me, because I fear, I fear the
mystery of how things in life work,
well who isn’t unsure after all?

Confessions over Coffee

“So, where are we going?” he asked, sitting on the edge of his chair. 

That question threw her in a spiral of thoughts. She turned within for clues, but her inner voice was of no help.

“I don’t know. I just know where we are. I know I feel safe with you. I know I can talk to you about anything under the stars. I know that our vulnerabilities connect us. I know you matter to me a lot. I know that you are my best friend.”

“Sure, we’re best friends, but is that all we are?” he responded. It had been months that he was waiting for an answer with all the patience. 

“No, I don’t think that’s all. I know you like me, and so do I.” she confessed hurriedly. 

“What’s stopping us then?” he asked.

“I am scared, you know. I am at a crossroads. If I take the road away from you, I’ll certainly lose you. If I take the road toward you, I will lose you even then. And, I am not ready to lose you in any way. Are you getting what I am trying to say?”

“Go ahead!” he nodded.

“After all this, I’ll be disheartened if I have to let you go. But, I am not even sure if I am ready to be with you. We can try working it out, but I am a difficult person to love. Sometimes I tend to run away from things, even the things I love the most. I’m afraid I’ll hurt you. Are you still willing to go ahead?” her thoughts had a taste of concern. 

Silence caught them off guard. 

“Honestly, I have to think about it too. All I know is that I’ve liked you for long. Who am I kidding? I’ve started loving you,” he could not keep it to himself anymore.

She looked on. 

“I can give you my all, but if you never feel anything for me, I have to move on,” he paused for a while. “Something keeps telling me that we can work on building something beautiful…”

“Not that I don’t feel the same…” she cut him short. “Maybe I just need some more days to think this through.”

“Sure! Take your time, but please let me know before we run out of it,” his hand reached out for hers.

Dandelion of my dreams

I am the dandelion of my dreams,
happy to fragment myself
for someone else’s happiness
I scatter, I fly, I taste freedom.

I am the dandelion of my dreams,
I am a frail delicacy you wish upon;
my existence doesn’t matter,
but my essence surely does.

I am the dandelion of my dreams,
woven with courage and calm,
I belong to the nurturing earth
knowing that the sky is my destiny.

I am the dandelion of my dreams,
you wish you had me always
but I was never made to stay
I was made to die, to fade away.