Certainty and Confusion...

 Something holds back.

A tiny pull from behind.

Weak, loose thread somewhere down the line,

A forced laugh at the silly concern ;

Shake your head and move on.

Yet..the touch stays; Why?

A li’l finger brushes aside,

An accidental collision, a heart’s ride,

Dilated pupils, a tremendous tide.

Waves breach, sometimes small, some big

Mouth keeps mum, a welcome hand follows every gig.

 Do you really question the obvious?

It’s the silent poem, so keen to ear,

Loudly visible yet the words fear

A careful dance yet hands clasped tight

An open declaration when judgements fight

The effort to look up, yet tears block the sight.

A lyrical music, an unknown, serene torture

Clarity loses; musical flotsam seems so far

Certainty and confusion, torn inside

A long deep breath, heart trembles to confide

When then your confidence stirs?

You question the obvious when telling matters!

Your vulnerability shows, the smile cries;

Delusion fills disgust in blind eyes!

Comfort seeks, seeks the knowing smile ,

Warmth seeks, devoid of all guile,

Yet…everything goes bleak!

Maybe its right, maybe its just,

Certainty and confusion stands with age-old rust.

Tiny fairy tale fades with few dark shades

A tingling impasse, yet, the touch stays. 

For a hopeful tomorrow, maybe, a short-sweet essay.