me--a figment of your imagination!!

sometimes i speak volumes but you understand nothing....
sometimes i speak nothing and yet you try...
you attempt to gauge me, to know me better each day...
sometimes you end up confusing yourself...
there are times you take for granted that you know too well...
but sometimes you just dont care to understand...
frustrated, you call me an enigma and i smile!

i speak so much but yet its not always clear...
there is a fact in every fantasy i write...
and a fantasy in every fact...
the thin line between the two, you try to see,
but burning eyes and a distorted picture is all u get...
you see a part of me in the broken hearted lass...
you see a lil of me in the juvenile rebel...
sometimes i appear to be all sorted out...
sometimes you think there could be no bigger mess...
you see a lil of me everywhere...
and still i leave you doubting--is it me or just ur imagination?
frustrated, you call me an enigma and i smile!

at times i dont answer ur questions...
sometimes i reply too vague...
confused, you think its a silent game...
you see me in the patient lover...
you see me in the broken addict...
you see the bubbly enthusiast in me...
you see the stubborn kid too...
at times you see the mature all knowing agony-aunt...
sometimes you think im a dreamer...
at other times, you wonder if i've given up on it...
each day you confuse yourself a lil more,
as i leave a part of me behind in every work of mine...
not knowing what to believe, you try to understand...
frustrated, you call me an enigma and i smile!

am i me or just a part of you?
this is a game which has no rules...
i am but just a vision and i keep changing...
you are the constant on which i depend...
do i exist or is it just ur imagination??
am i really me or just what you think of me?
frustrated, you call me an enigma and i smile!

the game will end someday when i grow tired...
the game will stop someday when you leave...
till then you will see me in every word of mine...
you will be skeptical of every line...
and i leave it to you to paint a picture of me...
you know that i am but an incomplete puzzle,
and yet you try to find the missing pieces...
those pieces which perhaps will never be found...
you stare at the voids in the picture,
hoping you will complete it some day...
frustrated, you call me an enigma and i smile!

(this piece was written by me a long time back..but for some reason i was compelled to dig it up and repost it)

...and it is indeed ironic that between yesterday and today, 'I'---the ever changing 'enigma' have hardly changed at all......
while 'you'---the constant on whom i depended, have almost quit searching for the missing pieces! :)