Everyone needs that perfect protective shell,
Where we can live, breathe, grow and excel,
Without having the fear of the predator’s gaze
Where we can hide, retreat and rejuvenate.
Where we can shout, roar, giggle and wiggle
Be a dumb-head who fails to solve even a simple riddle
Without being conscious, like clown dwarfs,
Of those watchful eyes of hunter sharks
Yup, all of us need love, care and protection
Of that defensive shield which saves us
From the maddening, gaggling, narcissistic rush
The egoistic selfish materialistic slush
Underneath which, I can be me and you can be you.
The real ME and the real YOU
The Real YOU
Oh, so desperately I want to see the real you.
Oh no, not the facade, the real you.
No,not the fake you.
The unpretentious, unpolished you.
The YOU, with whom I can talk without being conscious
The YOU, to whom I can bare my vulnerable heart
The YOU, with whom I can take a leap of faith
The YOU, to whom I can talk about my hidden fears
Please be that YOU
Please . . .
“I want a lil bit of everything in life.”
Are you sure?
“Yes, pretty sure.”
It’s not possible.
“I’ll make it possible.”
But Man proposes, God disposes.
“Only for less determined. For people like me HE says, ‘Go ahead, I am with you!’.”