The opening line is inspired from a poem by T.S. Eliot.
WHEN 'I' MEETS 'ME'
Let us go then me
and I
Where the waters are still and peace on high
Where the land kisses the soulful sky
Amidst all hesitations, I render with sigh
Am I an alien to all, who dwell ?
Am I too weakened, to blow a shell?
Am I a stigma; unusual to gel ?
Am I a curse, of an ancient spell ?
A deepened agony stands open in me
A fragile confidence seems shattered in me
Just then a thought strolls me back
To strengthen my will; putting me on track
There is more than what it meets the eye
Before framing a notion ; believing a lie
We are not anti-social ; nor babies who cry
There is no dearth of talent; no passion to fie
I hate masquerading with falsely eyes
When pain steps in; showing pleasure otherwise
I never reveal the chaos inside
The self heals inner; the silence, outside
What others ignore ; considers in vain
I perceive in full; turn lost to gain
They call me shy, wary and dry
They call me rude, weird and nerd
They call me weak, quiet and meek
Their eyes lack power, to see the vibes
Their mind falls short, to read the scribes
Their sense loses gusto, to feel the nights
Like shallow waters, they babble and jabber
They believe in show, faking sounds and manner
When mind connects with the mindful thoughts
And discuss intuitions, amidst warmth it broughts
When a talk with self untie all the knots
And douse all confusions,as it jots
They never know, how blessed I am
I never judge people, no pomp no sham
I give all respect , whether king or pawn
This nature is a boon; forever since dawn
Where the waters are still and peace on high
Where the land kisses the soulful sky
Amidst all hesitations, I render with sigh
Am I an alien to all, who dwell ?
Am I too weakened, to blow a shell?
Am I a stigma; unusual to gel ?
Am I a curse, of an ancient spell ?
A deepened agony stands open in me
A fragile confidence seems shattered in me
Just then a thought strolls me back
To strengthen my will; putting me on track
There is more than what it meets the eye
Before framing a notion ; believing a lie
We are not anti-social ; nor babies who cry
There is no dearth of talent; no passion to fie
I hate masquerading with falsely eyes
When pain steps in; showing pleasure otherwise
I never reveal the chaos inside
The self heals inner; the silence, outside
What others ignore ; considers in vain
I perceive in full; turn lost to gain
They call me shy, wary and dry
They call me rude, weird and nerd
They call me weak, quiet and meek
Their eyes lack power, to see the vibes
Their mind falls short, to read the scribes
Their sense loses gusto, to feel the nights
Like shallow waters, they babble and jabber
They believe in show, faking sounds and manner
When mind connects with the mindful thoughts
And discuss intuitions, amidst warmth it broughts
When a talk with self untie all the knots
And douse all confusions,as it jots
They never know, how blessed I am
I never judge people, no pomp no sham
I give all respect , whether king or pawn
This nature is a boon; forever since dawn
Great a hidden poet 😉
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