By: Sehaj K Maini

Perhaps I am, an enigma
Of a certain kind.
Maybe it’s my eyes
that have seen a little too much.
Maybe it’s my floppy hair,
that stray in front of them
like black velvet curtains sewed together.

Maybe it’s my limp walk
that drags along tired feet.
Or maybe it’s just my words
by which you remain seated, captivated.

Maybe it’s my thoughts
which are running off into the wilderness.
Or maybe it’s my shy tears
that trace my wounded smile.

I guess it could be my brave intention,
I guess it could be my inspiration,
that transforms me into your muse,
when we dig up untold stories from the past.

Maybe it’s how much you learn to live
with my soulful gasps.
Maybe even the spark that ignites in you
when you softly graze my lips with yours.

Or could it be 
the saddened joy you feel
Or the dampening thrill
When you see my hands
Spin tales in the air.

I don’t know,
I won’t ever know.
But I am,
Perhaps an enigma.
Perhaps I am.