i am who i am
i am a bunch of thoughts
i am a collection of words
i am a crowd of faces
i am a bevy of beauties
i am a nest of rumors
i am the peace of heaven
i am the waves of the ocean
i am the wilderness of the forest
i am the winds of the winter
i am the buildings of the street
i am the unfinished persona in the novel
i am the untouched messed room in the lodge
i am the aborted lines of your notebook
i am the never talked battles of humanity
i am not who you make me
i am who i make myself
i am me
Watching your heart through your twinkle
Reading your mind through your smile
Feeling your sadness through your touch
Getting old memories through your aroma .
But this world , this world destroyed you .
They fabricated your sanity like them
And seized your innocence .
Those fiend trimmed your pinion ,
Which you shaped to administrate your future .
But lets croon the come back song .
For I want to discern your allure once more
Once more I want a glimpse of those eyes
Because the photographic memory is shedding off .
Shedding off , too fast .
Your path is long and unknown . Be brave enough to experience .
Standing far can't show that you abhor me
Let my love lap the solid stone in your heart
So that I can procure you for life .
For thousand decades wherever hell or heaven I stay ,
I need you forever like a tree ,
Which will give me oxygen and sanctum , fruits and flowers.
Who will guide me as a companion , dialectician .
You are arduous to find in this present cajole world .
But once I get you they will ogle ,
When I will grow as flowers around your ligneous trunk .
This was my first ever poem with which I started the journey of my poetry .
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