That ‘me’ within needs no tongue to express
It’s mal-functional when I’m in distress.
I wonder what I’ve on my mind
Whether an extraordinaire or the daily rind.
It’s not the unexpected turn of events I fear
Is it the plain pressure what they call of peer?
Oh Madame moiselle, I may correct you
Hello how are you? How do you do?!
Not just exchange of few verbal bizarre
At times, my mouth goes topsy turvy over par
I’m scared of nothing but my mistakes
Pardon me, I’ll try to pull the brakes
Over this very fear
I promise never to shed any tear
Over the matter so menial
As a matter of fact I’m being real.
I hate pleasing
As a matter of fact, that word isn’t appealing
At all I must add a few
It’s not just that I hate one or two
There are many that makes this ‘me’
Fall of the curve, down that C
Verbal diarrhoea they say
Has no cure whatever may
I tried hard and harder not to fail
My sea is mine and my boat is all mine to sail
Cease, is what I could afford
But, what do I do of all the emotional load?
Some say, suppress it, some say express it
When I do as they say, they don’t suffer one bit
At last I now know of that,
It’s your life, wear your choice of hat
Dress like a stripper or a clown
Up you go or down you drown
You got your soul
Hold yourself and up you roll
Your sleeves of wisdom
Continue your tandem
Beats of expression
Leave it all, have no tension.
~Shambhavi
