Soul Sister

A soul sister, is all that I have longed for

That I can never get one, is too a fact I abhor.

Coz it needs great trust and greater understanding

And given my nature, that too seems a longing.

Wonder if it's over-expectation, or my own lack of hope

But a confidant is really needed, in times difficult to cope.

Can there be someone, who will hear me moan

While my face, a plastic smile would adorn?

Can there be someone, who will know am hurt

While my attention I'd pretend to divert?

Can there be someone, who will read my silence

And know if it's bad health or an after-storm trance?

Can there be someone, my tempers who'll understand 

But when treading the wrong path, would take a strong stand?

Can there be someone, my mirror image who will be

Neither lover, nor just a friend, yet unclassifiable as a 'he' or 'she'?

So much like me, yet so much different

Sigh... I know, it's mean to be so stringent. 

For neither am I so great, nor so fortunate

To have that 'one', the yearning of most's fate.

But with so many friends around, when not one can get you right

What else can you do, than bemoan the same plight.

And pen down a 'poem', feelings being the same

Though as it may sound, no matter how lame.

Alas! 'Words' alone have the power to convey

All that I may not otherwise, be able to say.

And hence for now, I award them the title of this so-called poem

For they never hurt or expect, yet accept me, the way I totally am. 

So that was it, a rather 'not my way' of expressing it all

Coz am poetic at heart, though not a poet that 'tall'. 

NOTE: The phrase "soul sister" can be seen to be having multifarious interpretations everywhere, I'd like to mention, here, for me, it refers to a rather hypothetical picture of a 'somebody' not really a lover, but not just a friend too. Not specifically a boy or a girl, but someone way beyond these classifications. Someone you can totally relate to, a mirror image, but maybe minus all of your own negatives, hence the perfect guide, friend, companion, the hand to hold in times of distress, the shoulder to cry on when depressed, the teacher to be scolded by when wrong.......and so on!!!!! Sure, all that I've written above, should say it all. Words are good, but too many of them, can spoil it all. 


Happy reading. :)