I am alive.
And,
I am willing to show you why.
I am regret.
I am power.
I am hope.
I am myself, in all the conjectures and bones.
And I am an endless expanse of I am's:
I am Countless and indecipherable,
Like the number line stretching from minus infinity to infinity.
And only fools think that
I am measurable.
I am the soul:
Eternal and absolute.

But for now,
I will tell you this
that,
I choose to be confined
by my mother's dal,
by my father's scolds,
by rare hugs.
I choose to be finite
in the fleeting moments
when someone spends them on me.
I choose to be bounded,
by love.

~RS

- RS