Archive for February, 2018


See Myself Thin

It’s not funny

I’m self conscious…all the time

I look at the mirror

Try to cheer myself up

Gain the confidence

But it gets depleted with each people who look at me funny.

The skinny can easily find clothes that fit

The heavy….well, we often struggle

My self esteem has left years ago

So I curl up on my bed

And hide in my room

I Didn’t Call

He waited

Or did he?

Tick tock goes the clock

I sat there

Phone on the table

I didn’t want to

Or maybe just couldn’t.

The phone and I sat there

While on the other side, he waited

The Flowers

“Did you like the flowers? “, he asked shyly

I didn’t know how to answer

Flowers were never my thing really

Maybe some tulips would have been better than roses

Chocolates I love but would prefer books anyday

How can I break it to him gently

And say, “these flowers aren’t my thing, but then again, maybe it’s you that I’m not into”

Lipstick Mark

Like a stamp

It sticks and stays

It lingers in my coffee cup.

My femininity, embeded

A mark of my presence

My existence

My being.

Shades of pink, purple, burgundy, black, nude, and red

Shows my mood.

Each mark left behind,

Is a mark of excellence

How Is The Heart?

It formed and grew

Learned to love and trust

Learned to fall

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And ultimately break

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Learned to stand up

Be strong and move on

Learned to be okay

Be whole

By being on its own

Wake And Sleep

I woke up and saw it was raining

So I went back to bed and slept again

Smaller Frame

And so I came to realize that people with smaller size, smaller frame

Gets the praise, popularity and fame

They always seem to win the game

Of one size fits all.

I never try an outfit where they can see, for fear of being shamed

And perhaps, fear of being maimed

They may not laugh at me but I’ll feel awful just the same

Such an awful feeling.

My confidence, I can never tame

I am just another fat suffering dame

I feel so lame

For wanting to be one of those with smaller frames

Love Behind

I found a love in the pages of books

Behind the scenes of movies

Secretly kept between the lines

Love And Rhyme

Love made them rhyme

But broke their hearts each time

Because love is a currency of pennies and dimes

And breaking the broken is considered a crime

They fall but continue and again they climb

Chase the moon, do your time

Love again and do some rhymes

Ideal Woman

I’m not the ideal woman

I think I never will

I don’t think or act like any man’s ideal.

But I’m fine,

Because I am my own ideal woman

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