Just the Way You Are

What if, the way I am isn't enough?  Isn't there a place out there for the ugly?  Yes, the ugly.  

A song written for all the beautiful girls out there; the song did not sang to her.  Her grumpy, wrinkled face, her constant obnoxious nagging, her irritating anger, made her a monster.  Disheartening as it was, advice was approached ferociously.  Outcomes, vain. 

If you would open up and listen... they made her a clown, laughing and watching cynically from the corner of their eyes.  In joint hands they threw anchors at her, hoping she would sink.  Sink, to the bottom of the sea.  Love was thorn of curses.  Her heart ached to core.  

What was supposed to be sweet and memorable had now turn sour.  Relationship had become rivals and enemies, plotting defeats against each other.  This was not how it should be... It left her anesthetic.  Reflections countered the nights sleepless.  

What better ways?  Help me.  

Big, Big World

A world of serenity and tranquility.  As if invisible, walking the unknown places at its pace, and enjoying the beautiful creation it was made.  A rather lonely life but a life surrounded by millions of people from all walks of life.  Different faces, and different places.  Life of an adventure.  

But torn, she was.

A world full of sounds; of the highs and lows, where instruments were played pitch high.  Sounds both soothing and annoying.  Life full of partying, drinking and smoking.  A world full of deception, and of worldly things, where honesty could not be judged from surface alone.  

Two worlds and a personality at war.

Alaska

In a far, far, faraway land... A land where the bears roamed freely, where the huskies and hounds were men's best friends, where her feet explored the vast adventurous land... The weather would be colder, but she wouldn't be bothered.  

She grew more and more in love.  Her heart mesmerized, saying, if only, if only, if only.  Her unfailing love, as if, she could feel herself cuddling in the warmth embrace of nature in itself.  Love was expressed in its simplicity - undisguised and honest.  

On Teachers' Day

I wrote a poem for you,

To you, my dear, to you.

How I feel may not be as important,

But this', a heartfelt makes me impotent.  

I trembled walking towards our class,

My mistake peeking the other class,

Yes, my heart dropped, but I kept cool,

It's Teachers' Day, so let's be cool.

The food on the table made me cry,

How disappointing you didn't try,

Your stomach grumbled like a hungry fly,

You and your excuses were one fat lie.

Again, you belched a prayer that made me cry,

I prayed I could be more grateful, I should try, 

At least be thankful for the cake you baked, 

Before it made you all creamed up and caked.  

You ran, and jumped, and screamed,

Sprinkling sparkles in colour pink, 

I sat, and watched, and dreamed,

Of hyenas, angels in-sync.

Making cheer to distract the stress,

Yet discomfort only I was, 

My distress you strongly felt,

Yet bemusing me with doubt.  

Today is a happy day,

A day not to remember,

Left me sleepless in three days, 

Gloomy nights I would refer.