"What are you?"
A question asked by many
Tumbling words come along.
Pose it to me,
And the instant reply is-
Distant.
Crazy, Happy, Passionate...
Words used to describe me
But what remains unsaid
Is that it's all very new!
Reflected by something bright-
Orange.
Surrounded by love
Occupied with company
But sitting in my room
Solitude my companion
Silently watch me and you'll see-
Happiness.
Interference prickles
Independence bursting at the seams
Distaste the reflection
Yet, the dark periods shrink
And one thing not in the heart or mind-
Influence.
Never ending patience a fixture
Sensitivity in moderation
What makes me?
Who am I?
Happy, Angry, Childish, Mature but-
Smiling.
This poem, which I wrote a couples of years back, is my perception of the person that I am and want to show the world. You don't have to write to be able to present yourself to the world around you. All that has to be done is to take a moment aside and look at yourself, as well as within yourself.
P.S- This has been reposted due to some technical issues. So I apologise for the inconvenience caused.