My Beloved Self

In the midst of a thousand friends, I try to make myself happy,

In between a thousand exchanged laughs,

Ten thousand words of love and life, I make myself involved,

I say to myself –“Why this acting?”

“How will I find joy by just pretending?”

Just trying to make others rejoice,

Myself being in Hapless Poise.

But for my beloved self,

Only one face can sow the seeds of joy,

Rain upon the drops of happiness,

- to my Created virtual self.

That face has got the shine of –

“A thousand moonlit nights”

A smile- So Beautiful, it would - Captivate anything..

Her talk speaks the language of –

“Friendship”, So do her Walk..

Her gestures have a thousand meanings,

But only one, So well expressed – Love.

“With what of God's creations can I compare her ?”

Her heart like a blue Ocean

Her thoughts like a blossoming Flower

Her eyes like the rising Sun.

Her words, So sweet like - “The person she is”.

- Enough, to heal a broken heart.

Thus my Beloved self needs her-

“A good friend that she is”;

Now, She is my Inspiration,

My Only Love,

My Unuttered Promise,

My Minute tint of Happiness,

My Yearn for Existence,

The Altar for my Emotions.

She is the true love of my Beloved Self.