It's always different for me
I dance and scream inside
But, alas, sing and smile outside
I talk, argue and debate in my mind
But, externally, only words that I have written
Would speak behalf of me
You would never know
I think and I blush, for you
Heavenly, my exterior senses
Just stare at you
What else am I?
Nothing but an evening sky
Not golden like day
Nor dark like night
Just pale, light and beautiful.

- Chandra kiran