My world collides with hers – my order her chaos,
I operate
on reason; she is flooding emotions.
My vision
is the opposite of hers – facts based on documents,
Her is
just a feeling – nothing more.
Every time
I speak she rolls her eyes on me,
As if
she is tired of the boring citations from the countless books I’ve read.
Every time
she speaks I feel utterly confused from the confidence she has
Yet I never
seem to take her seriously – her truth is always an inkling.
…
She is
the Yang to my Yin – yet I don’t want to admit it.
Her unruly
world pulls me in harder; I lose touch with my reality.
Her voice
so silent yet so powerful keeps me unarmed, yet always in unease.
Muffled words
– unclear if she is imagining again or telling it how it actually is.
My world
collides with hers on every instance – she is like a raging river mid monsoon
season,
I am
steadfast, grounded like centuries old uninhabited forest.
She is
the hurricane of raw excitement,
Yet I am
the harsh dessert – both dangerous in their domain.
And here
I stand perplexed of how this mayhem is so appealing to me – everything I am
not,
Everything
I am running away from.
My world
colliders with hers – the brightness of the known and darkness of what it might
have been.
She is
the sinner in the eyes of other, I am the saint who is meant to be.
One word
and I am again disoriented, lost in her thoughts provoking me step out of the
clear lines.
Is she
trying to kill me with her mischievous smile or trying to free me from my caged
mind?
Is she
the punishment for my self-resentment or the salvation of my tortured consciousness?
…
My world
collides with hers every breath I take – she is my reflection in the broken
mirror,
She is
everything I am trying to be – so effortless and charming,
She is
my inner voice of what I really need.
When nights
are cold and days are heavy, she is always next to me – indivisible to others
But so
real to me.
I have
fallen for her strength yet I am unable to see her in me.
She is bold
to the bone, refuses to bow when I am willing to bend the knee
She is what
I am capable of but yet scared to take the leap of faith.
She is
me but not controlled by fears, always free.
One day I
wish these two worlds embrace each other not colliding like a war for power.
One day I
wish her to be on the other side of the mirror, not trapped by frames and
reflective surfaces,
One day I
wish she closes the door from the other side not me!
