When I’d first seen, YOU were a tall wall I wanted to scale.
YOU were too tall, too formidable.
Since long, YOU had been accumulating soot and dust, and what was contained within became invisible to the eye.
Beauty does not always inspire open eyed gawking. I became curious. I explored. I might have tickled YOU, scratched YOU, palpated YOU. YOU might have liked it, found it funny, or irritating, or plain ridiculous,
I saw, YOU were not just a wall, but had a most honest heart, and a most beautiful mind, somewhere hiding within.
And YOU stopped being a wall, though YOU look like one. And want to look like one.
People might have laughed with you, laughed at you, been bad to you, but they could never understand YOU.
My conceit tells me, maybe, just maybe, had I discovered YOU earlier, I would’ve dusted off all the dirt, not allowed that soot to settle heavily on YOU. Not allowed your heart and mind to go into a hiding. Not allowed YOU to start loving that soot. Not allowed YOU to just become another facade.
But still I was blind. I could see YOU were formidable. Formidable to me. But not formidable to all the things wrong with this World.
YOU are not just a wall, but the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Something, I had dreamed of finding. Something, I had wanted everything to be. YOU are THAT beautiful.
I don’t know how come this happens. This badness that happened to YOU.
YOU showed me YOU had developed cracks. YOU told me it was alright if YOU collapse.
YOU are tearing into those cracks. Trying to deepen them lengthen them, only so that YOU could crumble?
Why? Why? Why?
I know, I’ve not seen every side of YOU, yet. How your foundation was laid, and if it still hurts YOU there, where I can never reach. I don’t even know how many more sides YOU have!
I can’t give you reasons to live, to be happy. Happiness is maybe an end in itself. And to be happy, one needs to LIVE.
Life had never promised us, that all our dreams would come true. Nor even if a single one would.
YOU are much taller than me, and can see farther. YOU know, happiness is about small-small things, and they never cease.
YOU may on reading this decide to cover yourself with yet another blanket of soot.
Or YOU may well not even read!
And the biggest lie I will tell myself is, well YOU are just a 3″x2″ phone screen.
My first poem that does not rhyme. YOU made me write it. 😦
PS: YOU will know who YOU is.