I might make your day easy,
With jokes and puns that are cheesy,
But I wouldn’t let you know,
That my insides are queasy.
I could crave pani puri and biryani one day,
Or simply stay hungry and sulk away,
One time I’d listen to Ed Sheeran and Coldplay,
Or you might find me blaring Nickelback’s Faraway.
It’s not easy, being me,
With my mood swings,
rising and setting like a tsunami.
I want to learn salsa one day,
On another, you find me with a guitar at bay,
Mornings I’d be singing at the top of my voice,
Come evenings, I might simply shy away,
Some days, I see myself in the mirror,
And don’t want to acknowledge myself,
And on days like these, I’m gonna need
All the reassurances I can collect,
Or I could simply fight with you,
For not understanding the things I haven’t said.
But I can tell you this,
I’ll hold you, even when you’re hard on yourself,
I’ll make faces at you, just to see you smile helplessly,
And I’ll sit with you in silence, until you want to be heard,
And I’d make us a cup of coffee, when you pour out your stories.
I’d watch the stars with you, maybe even name them,
Or count the waves on the seashore, as we build castles in the sand.
So if one day you wake up,
And feel like loving me, think again!!
I might be an easy person,
But it’s not easy, being me.
Wabi Sabi 