when morning greeted...
My uneven disheveled hair...
Do you still find it beautiful?
By blank gaze for sometime,
wondering...
Would you still observe me?....
......
I don`t try to look pretty anymore.
I don`t think about what you would have said,
to the tinkle of my bangles...
I don`t remember you when the wild wind,
plays with my hair.
I don`t see you when the evening light,
illuminates the familiar memories.
Do you know why?...
I have found someone worth it.
A friend. A companion.
I have found me.
we are perhaps our best friends. am glad you find yourself, as for your disheveled hair after you wake up, i believe thats when you would look most beautiful, for thats when you are least conscious about it. good to see you here, looking forward to more...keep writing
ReplyDelete:) When there's no one around, there's always someone around. :)
ReplyDeleteYeah, that is the most precious thing, to find one's own self ... :)
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