What is this place you brought me to
There a newness that enfolds me in you.
What is this blush that threatens to swarm my face
As this laughter clutches me in your embrace.
What is this shyness that hesitate on my lips
In this feathery touch that encapsulates my being.
Tell me what is this thing when you touched my soul
My tears spoke what I truly meant--nothing is a joke.
I'm the same-- just lost a bit
As I depart from the cliches.
Discovering myself through the taunts and smirks
I've learned to accept the flaws and quirks.
Criticism only matters when you seek
The approval of the society.
When you are your biggest critic
Believing in yourself is an every day deed.
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Ethereal Expressions
PoetryEthereal Expressions are dewdrops in the chaos of consciousness. Sprinkled with words, they are a peek and dive into the realm of self and shells. My poems have no titles due to the diversity in perception and understanding. I'd love my readers to h...
