Wondering at the ages
Of the lines which form her
Smile.
Wondering about those smiles
Which never are found in her eyes.
Wondering about
Where she lost herself.
Wondering is it all fake or it is all real.
I am talking about her,
The girl I have seen grow,
Since I have understood the meaning of life.
I am talking about her fake smile,
Which never reflects in her eyes.
I am talking about the girl
I know inside out,
Yet, I feel she surprises me
With newer dimensions every time.
So, I asked this girl,
"Why are your smiles fake?"
She answered with a real smile,
"Maybe it is just the eyes which are!"
And I looked at her eyes again,
In the mirror.
I found that she was just a carve
Of somebody I always
Taught her to be,
Yes! I am talking about me.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...