The Endless Quandaries

By Arushi Manchanda

Sometimes he sounds as true as the cloudy sky,

for others the aura says, it’s all a clear lie.

The clouds intersperse, as I’m sighting underneath the layer,

not for long enough to have a proper stare!

My soul suggests, there’s a lot to divulge,

not laying bare and indulge.

Taking a brief moment and interlude.

I anticipated that I maybe able to conclude.

Inattentive of the fact, what if he stare…,

he knew to himself, how my vulnerabilities, would lay bare

By Arushi Manchanda