Pretty please! 

Woke up in the morning

Got ready to step out.

Put the mascara without the goop,

Lips colored with a pout
Wore the slender dress,

Lenses along to blend.

Matching shoes and the hat,

Pretty damsel beat so many hearts
She stepped foot out of the house.

Public adoration is all she found.

Just when she was comfortable in herself

He came and scarred her for life.
When she saw at herself, after many months,

She couldn’t believe what she saw.

She was questioning herself, where did her pretty face go?

Where were the smooth skin and the beautiful smile?
She woke up one morning,

All ready to step out.

This time she put no mascara, no gloss.

The blush was gone, her bare skin was all.
She stepped foot out of the house,

Public pity is all she found.

Just when she was getting comfortable in herself,

Self loathing stepped in and her confidence went away.

Last Dance

She was born elite

Silver spoon fed she led

All her life till she was

Dependent on the fortune with she was born

Never did she see misery

Compromise was not in her dictionary

Cheerful and bubbly 

She was happy though momentarily

Then came the time

When she was to decide

To choose to live the life she did

Or make it on her own

Something she never did before

She chose to make it on her own

Pride she felt when she decided

Had no clue what fate had in store instead

She started slow, with her basics catered to

Baby steps she took, time was at her feet

Soon she felt she could and would

Do everything she needed to

Around she saw, people and their struggles

Never experienced that before, she wanted it too

Steps turned to sprints, life was now 9-5 routine

To her surprise, she enjoyed it all

Challenges she faced, crushed them through

Tired she felt, with the monogamy

Change that she was used to once

Was by far gone

The bubble burst, tears rolled down her cheeks

Swollen eyes and tired she was

When she realised, the chase was to survive

Than to make it on your own

Never to have faced it before, she chose to give up

Not thinking of the consequences, she decided to end her life

Alone she was then to have decided to be so

To have lost the chance to her last dance

Hidden

Our heart is a special place

Too many feelings entrapped

The near and dear faces

Always on our heart’s map
Someone I knew was special to me

Living far away to see

My heart, skipped a beat

My heart’s map had us to be
Together we can be, always

If not in person, then let’s chase

Life as it gets our way

Let’s not lose the hope, we brace
Imaginary yet true

I do have feelings, for you

I may never get to show them to you

If my life doesn’t get me, to you
That doesn’t end our chase

We may be abreast

Peace we shall make up with

As our choices limit
And yes at the end of it all

To the brawling life we applause

I know for the fact within

That you will stay as my friend till the end

Hiatus

She wrapped the beads on her ankle

She prayed to the gods all around

She stepped on the stage like an angel

She left the audience astound

Gracefully she moved her limbs

Her expressions led her following

To the world she announced

With her movements not her mouth
Creating a picture unknown to the viewers

Playing with the mind, color the picture forever

Ruling the stage with her command

With the story, she gave us a chance
Alone she performed the man and the woman

Showing the ecstasy and the rundown

The love story she narrated all along

Bridging the hiatus between the stage and her own

Unexpected Battlefield

When we come to life
We don’t know the fact
That the battle ground is laid out
Till the time lasts

Once you step your foot
On the wrong Stone
You tumble and rumble
On the ground below

It’s a conscious choice you make
To deal with life as you take
Another shot at the enemy’s gate
To win the battle and rule the yen

And the saga continues
From the start till the end
Until one has fallen
And the other arose instead

Who am I?

Have you ever wondered

Who are you? 

What is it that makes you.. you

What is it that you sense when you look at yourself in the mirror?
Is it the looks?

Is it the hair?

Is it the way you cover your misfortunes with make-up ?

Or is it your toned self?
I looked at myself carefully in the mirror

At first sight I felt horror

The eyes looked morose

The face looked wrinkled 

The body looked petite

And the hair looked brittle
Inner peace I called out

When I saw myself sold out

Was it always the exterior that inspired me to be me?

The more I questioned the more I let me free
Lying on the bed I gave it a thought

Challenged my brain and racked the lot

Why am I alive? What’s my purpose?

And many more questions followed unanswered
And ofcourse the devil had to wake up

Had to remind me if I was too old to give up

The devil is my best bud,he keeps me occupied

To make sure I don’t slip out of sight
I asked myself…who am I?

Just another girl in the crowd gone by

I realised it when the twinkle in my eye

Said to me – inner self is real rest all part thy

You

​Before I met you

What was my life like?

Now that I have you I keep wondering…
Pondering on the thought that

How different was life before you came along…
What if we don’t last forever?

Life is too short to wonder

Live life to the fullest

As I surrender
TO YOU!

YES.. TO YOU!!!
It’s not like we were born with the will to find that one special person

But when we do.. what changes everything?
The joy and sorrow we share

The rhymes and rythm we endure
To love

To live

To cherish

And to surpass
The sorrow around

To make the most of the life we have 
If I were to think

Of a life without you

It takes me longer to accept the possibility as I don’t want to

Ever in my life to think of a moment away from you