I am both black and white
Whichever is visible to your sight

I am both sane and insane
Whichever tickles your brain

I am both good and evil soul
Whichever you like to unfold

I am both fact and figment
Whichever is you intent

I am both creature and substance
Whichever you call into existence

I am your mirror
Your true color

Bharti

My smile could be public
But tears are personal
Smile can be faked
Tears really roll for special one

Bharti

I became whimsical only in your rave
My swin was smooth until caught by your wave

Bharti

I may not be yours
But you will always be mine
In my mind
My fetish you
Like stowed in the cellar
An ageold bottle of wine

Bharti

If you were gravity
I were substance of all
Then, in every form
I would freely fall
For you
Why even imagine
That fall is still true

Bharti

When every day clock ticks again with sunrise
Spring out with energy just like you got a surprise
Unpack the day with love thinking what could it be
If the gift is not to your liking, set your spirit free
Think “for someone you are the gift" to feel the glee*

*Bharti

Dazzle of diamond
Richness of gold
Freshness of pearl
Simplicity of silver
A bit of
Rust from iron too
Thread it all in the string of time
To create a jewellery that glows
Adorn that with grace to see
How life grows
Everyday!