Just Natalia

I’m not a nameless face in the crowd

But not yet a celebrity…

I’m just Natalia.

For some I’m a sweet hearted person

Someone who cannot be missed

Yet some gets disturbed

By the mere thought of my name

Everyone sees in me the reflection of their very self.

I’m neither magnetic nor suave

My face is not my arena

My delicate vista does not convey I’m fearless

I don’t mind paths, I mind targets.

I’m not a daredevil,

I’m just Natalia.

I don’t write words, I paint them

My words are powerful

But they may not change the world

I’m not a poet,

I’m just Natalia.

Strolling back through the dark pages of history

I seek the mystery of deceit

In place of facts I see a bare stilted epic.

I’m not a pursuer,

I’m just Natalia.

I’ve discovered nothing, established nothing

Changed nothing

Just dreamt of everything to be flawless and perfect

Still loving the reflections of colors inside a kaleidoscope

I’m not a day dreamer,

I’m just Natalia.

Personating an avalanche I break the bonds,

Destroys and still surges…

Gets lost while walking back through my own verses…

When conquered,

I stay laughing on the relics of my wounded pride.

I’m not a philosopher,

I’m just Natalia.

Being Natalia is not everything, I know.

Natalia is an incomplete chapter,

A word alone in a dictionary…

A character in search of an author…

But I love being myself.