Strength  I don't seek
  resilience is what I prefer
  the latter has greater
staying power than the former

The mind decides
on a move
but the heart
might not approve

What you've lifted
down you can easily put

'If yourself
you've conquered
what's left
to be feared?

..but silence
is both defence
and attack
subtle
surreptitious
lethal
its colour
is black-
even
the strongest wall
of the opponent
it can crack!

Ah, how
so very weak
is words
in comparison
even the lightest punch
does it lack!

No, I can't accept
your batch
of 'top contributor'
one swallow
doesn't make
a summer
I'm but a winnow
meandering over
a limited space
but exulting
as a free fellow

only a faint colour
in life's canvas
but I am
no painter

only a passerby
a traveller
a voice unheard
well aware
life's a brief play
and too soon
the show
will be over

Don't regard
me a poet
I'm not
perhaps never
to qualify
as one-
a solemn truth

still swimming
in the sea
of words
often struggling
to keep
my head
above water
to escape
drowning

so
don't call
me a poet
I'm only still
a weaver
of sentiments
a learner
from the Masters
a lone traveller
in the desert
in search
of self
to place
myself
right in
fitting words

yet
I despair not:
it's enough
to have
into such
ventured