Look me in the eyes
these eyes tell my story
look beyond those tears
look beyond that renitence
that appears in my eyes
Look and tell me
what you see in them
tell me what you perceive
tell me my own story
story I don’t know myself
for I can’t look
in my own eyes.
Sometimes it becomes difficult for me
to know who can be a friend and who can’t be one
I thought I succeeded in making some of them
but ended up knowing I was still alone, outcasted
for the reason, that I don’t know.
I remember I have always been an outcast-
a distinct personality, a leader in himself
with neither followers nor supporters,
the person who always stood alone, that is me
Is it good for me or not to be like this,
that I don’t know but what I know is that
I won’t mind standing alone in the crowd
but I would never lose self-respect,
never will I become your tail-
I will always stand for what I find right-
friends or not, even if the courtesy of
acknowledgment you take away
from me, I won’t mind
standing alone because that is who I am-
the outcasted one, the one who stands alone.
Draw me, sketch me, make a portrait of the being that is me
Show me who I am, what I do, which way I should go
Show it to me through your art, tell me who I am
Write me, read me, scan me, make a novel out of me
Let me know who I am, what I do, which way I should go
Let me be known through your creativity who I am
Won’t you do this for me, this much I ask from you
Would you do this for me, I ask nothing else from you
Show me, let me know- would you?- Draw me, sketch me,
write me, read me, make a portrait, write a novel out of me.
Remarkable was the moment when,
it occurred to me-
Why do I stress myself when,
I have to anyhow deal with me.
.
Remarkable is the moment when,
I accept whatsoever happens to me-
Why do I care for something when,
it would definitely happen to me.
.
Remarkable would be the moment when,
I would accept the one that is me-
Why would I see to something else when,
I would have been me.
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