My thoughts burlesque
mysterious ocean to you.
The moments I presage them,
the traipsing appear in your eyes.
Your intent to evade the talks,
I can read on your face.
The commotions in my mind
aren’t inane and no-marrow words.
What makes you shelter your thoughts?
Hardly ever permitting a careless whisper
escape and liberate from your lips;
and this you give a name of self-control.
Perhaps, in a way it is.
but the intention is too frivolous.
An endless tumult may halt…
barely granting me a glimpse
of where your emotions really lie.
Hardly I know what compels you to cloak,
but I need you to unveil often more.
Even if you don’t have the patience,
let it be the pretense to know me.
Wishfully, I could at least know you better.
~Monika Ajay Kaul