Storyteller

I used to call myself a storyteller

I thought I always have many stories

That needed to be told

That needed to come out

But I am thinking for last few days

Do I have any story to tell you?

May be many, may be none

Today I cant find any one

Though I want to tell you

About every atom that makes me Me

My hopes, desires, dreams

My regrets, experiences, schemes

My fears, darkness, screams.

I am open to you like an ocean

It's you who has to explore

You will find the hidden pearls

Keep diving till the core.

I am not really a puzzle

As the world thinks I am

Sometimes I think that too

That I am too complicated, 

But is that true that I am?

I am a blabbermouth I know

But I don't have a story today

I am a silent story in myself

If you listen what I can't say.