She watches me everyday

I wonder what she has to say

when I put on heels to look tall

and wear a garb of confidence though there’s none at all

When I build kohl dams so the streams won’t flow

What does she think ? I still don’t know

When my hair neatly sits in a bun

When all it wants is to dance undone

She watches me as I get dressed

on days when all I need is rest

Does she wonder when the masque will end ?

will she be an honest friend ?

oh mirror , mirror , on the wall

can you show me the real me after all ?



Love story

She’s coy , warm , tranquil and her songs are serene on balmy days . She even brings him little offerings of love from the depths of her being . Sometimes she’s fierce , her embraces are passionate and her songs fall in trebles . She steals kisses and he lets her do what she wants . He accepts her tokens of love , watches her go and waits until she decides to return and love him some more .

Theirs is an old love story , the sea and the shore .

What if

What if she wore full sleeves

not to flaunt it’s pretty lace

but to hide the bruises on her arm

that he intended for her face ?

What if all the rouge she wears

is not to dodge her age

but to carefully conceal

traces of last night’s rage?

What if  her late night outings

for which she’s labelled a cheat

are trips to where she’s moonlighting

to attempt to make ends meet ?

What if she’s always smiling

to paint a picture of bliss ?

What if they knew the strength she is?

What if they knew what is?