You believe that you know me in & out,And this you state without any doubt.I refuse to accept in all that you profess,Today in you and everyone I have to confess!
There is more to me,Than what you or anyone can see.Behind this calm visage,Endures a sea of lunacy!
I am like the feelings which can’t be articulated, Like the words that you could by no means define.Like the depth of the ocean you never discovered,Like the mountain that was in no way conquered.
Like the tiny grains of sand,
That slipped right through your hand.Your idea of me is just an illusion,Perhaps a figment of your own imagination.When I say this, you have to believe,That truth is not always what you perceive!
I am like any other face in crowd,An individual with perfection flawed.Do not ever try to follow or understand me,Let me be a secret, let me be a mystery!
P.S: I happened to read an interview of a family member of a suicide bomber. This poem could be perception of that suicide bomber who betrays even her own family.
Adios,
HPK!!!
