Turmoil

- The Inner You

 He asked "Hey, What's in that pretty head?"

With pursed lips and loud thudding thoughts inside my head, I pondered,   

"Eh, Firstly I am not sure if my head is really a pretty place for you to visit,
If you're expecting a Cherry Blossom
Or a Winter in Paris.

My head is both, fire & Ice. 
Angels & Demons. 
Illusion & Darkness. 
Embracing the stars and the moon.
Yes, those stars that shine like my mother's bindi. 
Looks fascinating from light years away. 
But they burn, burn and burn to the extent that universe gives in and they outshine the rest.  
Oh you don't want me to go further.. 

In my thoughts, wondering whether you call the bright stars pretty
or
it's the relentless burning that fascinates you.
Would you be brave enough to see beneath the surface?

 My head irrespective of pretty or ugly, 
I would not let you visit as you subconsciously expect it to be pretty
that you'll never look beyond the shining star and the beautiful ocean. 

Rumination inside my head, perplexedly I reply,
"Hey, It's just the work occupying my head. "

As I put my veil to the world and walk away,
 fearing their judgements, 
just once again..