Confession Poem by Seema Aarella

As alive as life itself
As precise as death
As magical as nature
As mystical as oceans.
As close I am to myself
As far as I am from you,
As good as god himself
As bad as my devotion to him
As I am true to myself
As uncertain I am to you
As sure as my love
As certain as yours too
I am ever in love with you
Seeming hesitant in your view
If all that you see is only true
How can I then prove?
My anger is pretence
Hatred is a mere disguise
And reasons for which
I always hurt you, are lies….