and i smile

tiny snatched 

pockets of time

threaten to drown

an entire year 

of words 

and thoughts 

and memories

of songs

and lists

and fantasies 

so maybe

i'll let them.

For me.

Another one, yet again, for me.

She
is a book,
held shut
under the eyes
that seek to read her.

Touched
by the hands
that know only to write,
She
will reveal her pages,
colored blank.


--

Shamanth

and from before

the "rainbow"

the "painter"

For me.

Like the previous "for me" this too was writtten for me and me alone.

"You fill me with joy,
And I smile at you.

You share your pain,
And I frown for you.

You touch my heart,
It melts for you in my eyes.

You open your arms wide,
I embrace you.

You present me life,
I give back to you what is rightfully yours."  

 Shamanth