How far I’ve come!
I am standing,
standing alone and strong.
Refuse to be appeased
by anything less than
loving and meaningful;
far from a second-guess!
I feel your piercing gaze –
your eyes on me.
I keep wondering:
What? What is it?
.
This single’s summertime,
“fell asleep single, and today
I woke up the same.”
No cuddles in my bed,
just my dog to snuggle,
as I asked her to “stay”.
A wise friend writes:
“thus we have been loaned
to one another“,
friends help friends,
lovers rarely last forever.
Go in with no expectations,
see where things lead.
Always be yourself.
.
Truth be told, I’m oscillating
between freedom and fence.
.
You can’t capture me.
I am officially a phenomenon –
untethered, free, raining down
upon those who try to
tame this wild inner child.
No commitment, no complaint,
enjoying every moment.
No expectations. No exploitation.
Yet, I feel your eyes on me.
Your perception carries trough –
I’s and Eyes, and “Ai-ai-ai’s”!
Pressure of SouthAsian society.
Pressure of Western “being cool”!
Pressure. “I won’t let you capture me.
I’m choosing to be free.”
.
Yet, the old poet says:
Somewhere in time
a present, ready soul stands,
looking towards you.
This most opportune time
to the fullest, you must live,
single.
ANTHROPOLOGY OF LOVE 