I wrote this poem few months ago when I started accepting my fears, my weaknesses and all the mess I was hiding under the calm face, deceiving myself…But once you decide to face these fears, then they can’t scare you anymore. I hope you all might enjoy reading it…
I sat down with my nakedness today,
Messy or beautiful, difficult to say.
The voice echoed,’You must be ashamed’.
‘For what?’, I hurriedly exclaimed!
Your bareness of mind and body is shameful,
Exposed, unprotected, wildness is distasteful,
‘Yes! I m feeling ashamed’, answering to the disgusted
Of all the years I have wasted on sheathing what my soul echoed,
My scars didn’t scare me anymore,
I have loved them to the very core,
My beauty is bewildering, my thoughts always daring,
My bareness, my boldness; My fullness always cheering,
Yes All things are exposed but to your eyes they are still closed,
Your mind is unprotected, I fear, because of some boundaries it never crossed.