Please don’t open me to your ideas
I fear I may lose sight of mine
Please don’t indulge me in your best today
For tomorrow, this magic may fade,
And disillusioned, for your illusion shall I pine…

Please don’t invade the walls erected around me 
They guard me strong.
So call me a stoic, call you may cold…
But the walls are resistant and impermeable,
Because, in the idyllic realm of your beauty 
you have never looked at yourself,
and felt totally vulnerable…


Gitika said…
super awesom...and the first two lines are simplyyyyyyyyy amazing.. loved it!
If I make the lashes dark
And the eyes more bright
And the lips more scarlet,
Or ask if all be right
From mirror after mirror,
No vanity's displayed:
I'm looking for the face I had
Before the world was made.


Beautiful :)

Blasphemous Aesthete
dianne said…
So beautiful, sometimes it is difficult to let down the walls we build around ourselves to protect our hearts.
xoxoxo ♡
Saru Singhal said…
Lovely poem, Stuti.
deeps said…
Maybe this magic in the grain of
thoughts helped you be an author

Just passing by
Purba said…
The fortress we build around ourselves to protect us from hurt...

Beautifully expressed, Stuti.
Red Handed said…
Amazing..and I am in a phase right now where I could relate to this fiercely!!
A grain of sand said…
@Purba: Thanks!
@Red Handed: thanks, and Really?
Anonymous said…
Can't you break open your cocoon and and show your beautiful wings
Anonymous said…
Can't you break open your cocoon and show your beautiful wings!
Nasnin Nasser said…
Deliberate resistance:) But will miss the temporary pastures of beautiful illusion amidst the grim realities:)

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