On observing..

I observe,
what others
just see;
at times even
don’t see.

Small things,
that matter not,
can stay forgot,
but it brings,
much difference
to a li’l world,
I seem to make
for myself.

I’m blunt,
I ask it direct,
a curiosity
to understand,
why life is bland
without that
little piece;
like one missing
from my jigsaw.

I’m looked at,
strangely by few,
like I’m mad;
but I’m glad
that few others
accept that me;
what they see,
is who I know,
and who I want,
to be.
and who only I
can be.


Linked with OctPoWriMo (Day 5, Right As You Are)


(’12, Oct 05)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

  

6 thoughts on “On observing..

  1. It’s a blessing to be accepted as we are – as you are,,,,I enjoyed this poem a lot. To me the first lines say it all about you and the rest are the dressing 🙂
    “I observe,
    what others
    just see;”


    • Thank you, Elle. I’m glad you liked the whole dish, dressing n all 😉 Cheers! It is a blessing to be accepted for who we are, absolutely 🙂
       
      – Leo.

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