Carefree,
casual smile;
all the while.
Answering
all questions,
be they easy or
even tough,
my answers
seem enough.
I talk direct,
never serious;
much jest,
much love,
much zest;
I’m at times,
like a pest.
Always same,
for old habits
can’t change;
innocent yet
very mature,
of my future
I seem sure.
I am me,
if I stop,
can you be?
No. I am me;
only I can be.
Linked with OctPoWriMo (Day 29, Me).
(’12, Oct 29)
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing to me 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.
I love the sense of individuality and the conviction of uniqueness the persona possesses. Hats off for the brilliant line “I am me, only I can be!”
Ah, and only I can too, Zainab 🙂 Thank you very much for the kind words of love and appreciation!
Our individualism are unique … we can’t be someone else, nor can someone else be us 🙂
Absolutely, GS. Absolutely! Thank you. 🙂