Everything / Everyone
Is as flexible as
The breaking point
Nothing more

Everything
Everyone
I repeat

The greater space
One is allowed to
The stronger base
One holds

No wonder
If there is a masterpiece
I penned
Out of my ink
You are there living
Close enough

No matter what
Where to begin?
It's all about you
Around you
Somewhere
In some form
As a profound metaphor
Or a cryptic reflection
Veiled to
The blind hearts
Obvious to
The avid readers

Obviously
She is the poetry
And the poetry is she
She is the art
And the art is she

Only if you have
Been through
8:30 version of me

You know me well

When I am high
Not that high
What you may have thought
Ink is blue

When I feel low
Not that low
What you may be thinking
Ink is dark

And mostly
Yes mostly
That is my diary
Not camouflage

May be
It's the spirit
The compelling eyes
The life like smile
The familiar vibes
Honest affection
Authentic raw
And
So much more

Wishful
Lifetime
Endeavor

Barbaric act
That breaks
The faith
In humanity

Once
My mother said
Every person
Who knows
The contrast between
The water and the tear

They know love

And finally

Dare not to
Understand her
She is a way different
Far too often
Hard to apprehend

She possesses
Democratic mind
Republican soul
And a leftist attitude
One may fathom
A part of her
Never the full

That, she is

Honestly
When you talk
I perceive different

I listen to the tone of your voice
And observe how the lips move
And when and why did you paused
And watch the expression of the face
And see the furrow of the skin waves
And inspect when the pupil dilates
And light the glow in the eyes
And track how often the head tilts
And admire the reason of your smile
And search the roots if it's the pain

And lastly I witness
How lively you feel
When I am next to you
I see it all
Listen and nod

Just listen
As a raw truth
For now
Prescribing you
Is the inside job

Get well soon

If you want
To love
Love that deep
Even a stone heart melts

For whatever
It worths
Longing to have
A recycled soul