Do You remember that boy next door - Getting dimples in his cheeks as he laughs, Or the actor of the Rom-com flick Who travels countries to unite with his beloved, Or the larger than life Super-hero Who is born to save this world from destruction:
I'm none of the above, But I do get half- dimples on my cheeks And maybe not countries, I've traveled cities -For the sake of love, Though I may not fit into your imagination Of what Superhero is, I borrowed their compassion and love.
I'm just as simple as Nursery Rhyme And as intriguing as Da Vinci's notes I'm the warmth of sun in chilly winter - And the evening breeze in humid summer. I'm the post-dusk mirkiness And carry the vividness of dawn. At times, am this sweet cup-cake And at others - Red pepper. I am the high of the magic powder And this tranquility of meditation. I am this angel without the halo and demon sans horns and tail.
I, am a Chameleon - who becomes one with the surrounding Or may be turn the surrounding According to his color. My friends include a Prince and a beggar And I treat them equally. I sleep with same composure On the fourth seat of a local train As on the luxurious king-sized bed of Sheraton's. I'm equally a mountain person, as much of beach-lover I am an early bird and a night-owl as well. I am the smell of freshly grown lilies Also it's odor after years of decaying. I am the embrace of a mother And the slap from father.
How would you define me ? You try and fit me into a box And I break those as I simply porrect. I am a mystery waiting to be resolved, A riddle of which no one has answer. I am that perfect perpetual paradox. The more you try to untangle me - The more would you get tangled.