Arz kiya hai..

Wo kehtey hain ke hum tadpaatey hain

wo kehtey hain ke hum intezaar behad karwaatey hain,

Is bekhudi mein hum khoye kuch yun ki,

unhi ko bhool kar unki yaadon mein jjye jaatein hain..

For whatever you are

I Love you for whatever you ARE

and for whatever your ARE NOT.

You remind me of reasons to laugh

for whenever I had them not..

You're the One with whom I could be ONE

Yes you are my moon and my only shining Sun.

You live in me, in my thoughts and my heart

and yet take me away from myself .. Hey,

Where did you get this pure Love

seems to me like an exotic Art..

Like as artist you play with your Love

incessantly... on the canvas of my heart..

and it feels like a flower, a girl and sometimes a lovely white dove..

I will never leave you, and I can't,

for I Love you for whatever you are

and for whatever you aren't..

Please hear what I am not saying - Charles C Finn

A poem close to my heart some years ago and am sure most of you would connect with it .. Beautifully written..

Don't be fooled by me
Don't be fooled by the face I wear for I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that I am afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.

Pretending is an art that is second nature with me,
but don't be fooled, for God's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I am secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me,
within as well without,
that confidence is my name and coolness is my game,
that the water is calm and I'm in command and that I need no one,
but don't believe me.

My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,
ever varying and ever concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion and fear and aloneness.
But I hide this.
I don't want anyone to know it,
I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
Thats why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade,
to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.

But such a glance is precisely my salvation,
my only hope, and I know it.
That is, if its followed by acceptance,
if its followed by love,
Its the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
Its the only thing that will assure me of what I cant assure myself,
that I am really worth something.
But I dont tell you this.
I dont dare to, I am afraid to,
I am afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance,
will not be followed by love,
I am afraid you will think less of me,
that you'll laugh and your laugh would kill me.
I am afraid that deep down I am nothing
and that you will see this and reject me.

So I play my game, my desperate pretending game,
with a facade of assurance without and a trembling child within.
So begins a glittering but empty parade of masks,
and my life becomes a front.
I tell you everything thats really nothing,
and nothing of what's everything,
of what's crying within me.
So when I am going through my routine
do not be fooled by what am saying,
please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying,
What I'd like to be able to say,
What for survival I need to say, But I cant say.

I don't like hiding
I don't like playing superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
but you've got to help me.
You've got to hold out your hand
even when that's the last thing I seem to want
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you are kind gentle and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings,
very small wings
very feeble wings, but Wings !
With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be a creator--an honest-to-God creator --
of the person that is me
if you choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,
you alone can remove my mask,
you alone can release me from the shadow-world of panic,
from my lonely prison,
if you choose to.
Please choose to.

Do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach me
the blinder I may strike back.
It's irrational, but despite what the books may say about man
often I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls
with firm hands but with gentle hands
for a child is very sensitive.

Who am I, you may wonder?
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet
and I am every woman you meet.