When I’m neither sad nor smiling

You confuse a poker face with one that is sad.

One look at me -

At what I call perfect, conveniently perfect timing,

I can hear the voices in your head go,

“Sad, sad girl”

And yet I do not want an elastic smile on my face,

Because the situation is neither one that evokes ecstasy -

Nor one that is wounded by sorrow.

It is simply a moment for which I am grateful for,

Where I take onto being poker-faced.

But then again,

One has to be joyful,

Always.

All you people defend yourselves saying -

That a poker face is nothing but a reflection of a troubled mind,

Of one that has given up.

But I tell you now and again,

I am not upset.

Stop with your enquiries.

I have my moments when –

My varied feelings set the whole world afire,

I want the uncomplicatedness of my impassiveness,

To envelop me and take me flying.

In a while you’ll see me smiling.

But for now just let me be...