An Angel

I know an angel in my life,
who always loved me unconditionally.
Her hands never felt bitter cold,
nor she sweated in rising mercury.
She never doctored sick ones,
but for my fevered head,
her hands were always gently folded
all night beside my bed.
When I felt hungry,
she without my indications,
sensed my gestures and heard my heart,
peeled apples and made vegetables canned
and world's tastiest cusine was made by the loving hands.
Insomniac she became when I was in trouble.
And when I was happy,
her happiness naturally got doubled.
She was cocoon , and i was larvae.
And her love is always an enigma.
She is an angel,Godess and an epitome of divine love for me,
and simply and sweetly ,I just call her "MUMMY"!!!

Please hear what i'm not saying--

don't be fooled by me.
don't be fooled by the face i wear.
for i wear a mask,a thousand masks,
masks that i'm afraid to take off,
and none f them is me.
Pretending is an art that's second nature to me,
but don't be fooled.
For God's sake don't be fooled.
I give u the impression that i'm secure,
that confidence is my name and coolness is my game,
that the water's calm and i'm in command,
and that i need no one.
But don't believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface
is my mask,ever varying and ever concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion and fear and aloneness.
But i hide this .I don't want anybody to know it.

I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear being exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade,to help me pretend
to shield me from the glance that knows.
but such a glance is precisely my salvation.
My only hope, and i know it.
That is, if it's followed by acceptance,
if it is followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self built prison walls,
from the barriers so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me
of what I cant assure myself,
that i'm really worth something.
I don't like to hide.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me,
but you've got to help me.
You've got to hold out your hand
even when that's the last thing i seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes the bland stare of the breathing dead.Only you can call me into aliveness.

Each time you're kind and gentle and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings ,very small wings,
very feeble wings,but wings!
With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
Who am i,you may wonder.
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet,
and I am every woman you meet.