Would You Still?

By Purnima Ray

You, the bearer of stars and its light,

I talk to thee, in the suit of armor bright!

I ain't any perfect painting, to your perfect brush,

Would you still kiss the strokes of my hopes' blush?

I utter words defying your ears and soul,

Would you still dismiss those as a fool's troll?

I don't believe in your reason and belief,

Would you still hold me tight, while my scars grief?

I question the answers of the might of your wings, 

Would you still sing your miracles to let me spring?

I abhor your plays and chide the relays,

Would you still shelter me from blaze and colour my greys?

I lose patience and get upset as if it bothers you,

Would you still stick through to sort my blues?

I cry my selfish notes to you as the only note,

Would you still boast my pages, wherein you wrote? 

I wish to steal your pen and erase me wherever you penned,

Would you still compose it again as a friend?

I am no easy book, but crumbled pages of paper,

Would you still carve the untold stories through your scrapper? 

I dream of universes parallel, rendezvous; hugging me in its intersection,

Would you still alter the fate and guard the connection? 

I am strange to petals of trust and love,

Would you still flower my world from up above? 

I shut you and your world out every now and then,

Would you still burn all the shutting doors to bless my prayers, Amen?

By Purnima Ray