I do feel incomplete.
Many times!
At many places,
and many hours.
I feel incomplete
with strangers, with friends
When alone shopping for
fashion trends,
To be honest, I even feel incomplete
when I have no control over my,
compliance with trends!
When fashion dominates,
and conscience pretends.
I feel incomplete,
when the movies end.
When the hero sings,
and the girl intends.
I feel incomplete
when I hear that song,
Randy Rogers singing
‘Lonely too long’
I feel incomplete when,
When I cook alone.
when I am hungry,
but the mood’s forlorn.
I felt incomplete,
while I read that book.
Missed my station!
Had no one to blame,
but the book.
I felt incomplete when,
I had cut my mane
Deep within it felt like
I had changed my name.
I wanted to cry and shout
for a while,
But didn’t
Because Delhi had taught me
how to fake a smile.
I have no clue
why I’m writing it down
may be because
I’m happy with the ‘You’re incomplete’ crown.
superb poem loved it 🙂
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Woah! First comment ever! Thank you so much ANI. Means a lot 🙂
I am glad you came over and read. Yayiiiee 😀
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Everyone is always a work in progress. Being incomplete is what motivates us. Just what I think.
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Hey Jai! Thank you for reading it. 🙂
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A perfect write up on happiness can be on being alone
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Haha! Well not necessarily. Allow me to differ on that note. And thank you for the follow woman! You are my first. Means a lot to me. 🙂
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