My Turn

I smile

Cos i'm happy

The slightest touch

Makes me weary

Of you, Of us

Of everything

Around us

This feeling

Of pure bliss

Is something

I cannot express

Its scary

Yet amazing

Unless u feel it

You won't know

What you're missing

Desperation; passion

They go hand in hand

You'll never know

How much

You'll never understand

Not when you are

Your monotonous self

Not until you open up

And pretend to be careless

But then i'm sad

Cos I can't do much

I can't show it

Not more than i already do

And not to the world

Cos ur special

Everybody knows you

You have another life

That you're respected for

So i have to sit

Quietly in the shadow

Waiting for your call

And waiting for my turn

Copyright (c) 2010 Deepa Seshadri