YOU KNOW ME

Mirror, mirror on the wall;
Can you really show?
What sort of person I really am??

On a not so happy but bright morning;
You witness my genuine concern!!!!!
Concentrating on my forehead
The small but glowing red
Pimple capturing my enough attention??
What a disturbing and depressing way
To start a day……………
Am I always that self-obsessed??
Or
Its just a followed effect of my self-consciousness.

Again that long drawn summer afternoon;
I returned home for that long awaited individual ness.
I could then only face you;
My throat breaking shrill cries,
And already swollen eyes.
Didn’t knew when to stop???
The pain that you don’t deserve something ???
Or am I not brave enough to face any rejection.
It even kills to make oneself understand and adjust!!

The dark chilled winter evening;
When my anger have given up every obligation.,
But couldn’t hide from you the real suffering inside;
How can those things be even said about me??
However superficial I might appear ??
But I do care what anybody feels for me??
When somebody backstabs , or manhandles your trust ..
You may appear strong
But it’s just a delicate layer of inner-shelter !!!

Remember the night,
I spent hours ,giggling in front of you!
There was no definite reason….
But at some point I can’t even stare at myself??
In a little playful psyche ,was enough absent minded!!
Attempting to hide from myself ,but was seeking only me!!
Once it for all, I fell in love with myself again………….

I keep on questing you just about everyday!!
But somehow it surrounds me ,me & only me!!

Mirror, mirror on the wall;
Can you really show?
What sort of person I really am??