a beautiful soul

it’s God’s gift

when you have good looks

and people love you

but

what about the beautiful soul

which is

always overlooked

No fame no pain

I don’t want fame

And too much money

I don’t need People

to recognise

me

as I grow old

for I just want to settle down

With my own family

Without unwanted human

interactions

from fellow humans

Who

Just give pain

Fear of separation

I fear

All those who love me

Shall stop

Being a part of my life

Or

Maybe

I stop being a part of theirs

Lost poetry

“where did you go?”

I asked my poetry

“you went…

in the search of greener pastures ”

she replied…

life and death

death scares me

as does life

but

it would be a lot easier

with you by my side

It is not about feminism

you raise your voice

you disrespect me

you lose me

because

it is not about feminism

but it is all about

self respect

your love

you loved me

but

not the way

I envisioned

her avatar

a simple metal pendant

faded red lips

sun tanned skin

old sari

chipped nails

discoloured nail paint

threadbare shawl

but those eyes

looking around

for someone

who would

like her

in that avatar

no love

can you

ever

love the one

who

eons ago

bruised your body and mind

time

it just slips away

the time

we have

on our hands

so

lets promise

ourselves today

to

make each moment

worthwhile