Packages Yet to be Unpacked
Very often, I look at my face, and smile.
Sometimes for a minute, sometimes for a little longer.
It might be just as soon as I wake up,
it might be after a long tiring day,
sometimes it’s all shabby and low,
sometimes it’s all cheerful and gay,
but every time,
there’s one thing that I notice ,
that I’d have never noticed before.
Because just when I think that I know myself inside out
there is something new, something fresh
a crazy streak of light dangling,
from a source that I never bother to find out.
Because, I am intrigued,
by every package that is yet to be unpacked
or sometimes I wonder, whether it’s my eyes,
that captures the different poses of the same mystery,
because, everything is so new and yet so old
because, I’ve always felt that an alien of my present,
must have been an old friend of my past.
Vasanthi is a dreamer who completely enjoys writing and reading poetry, and every piece of her work is the result of a conversation with her soul.