Your innocence and mine...

You say, Innocence-

meant being away from what 

we must not talk about,

what the society considers taboos

in and out.

You say innocence

meant being ignorant of evil,

untouched of the thoughts

of what you call sinful and devil.

And so you find,

Innocent-

my shyness, not your boldness

my thoughts, and not your words.

But
I see Innocence-

in the rawness of your thoughts and its instant expression,

like when your Mom touched you for the very first time

raw, unclothed, yet pristine that touch.

I see Innocence- 

in your words, their desperation and toil for peace,

like an infant crying in its genuine effort to cope with the turbulence

of its surroundings which disrupt its peace

And innocence 

is in your inquisitiveness, making efforts to know me more,

like a kid trying to reach out to another, 

in its search for a childhood friend.

Innocence is raw,

it is intrinsic.

It is not being ignorant of what you call evil or sinful,

or what must not be talked here.

It is when you let the evil or sinful touch you,

but not let it adhere.

So, are you innocent then?

Or were you searching in me, your lost innocence?