Nostalgia | ✔

Glasses

it was a starless night
when i got my glasses
for the first time
and i remember
that i cried
and slowly died
for getting tied
to a weight on the bridge
of my cute red nose
that'll sit close
for the whole of my life
oh what a strife!

what an interruption
to my sense of privacy!
but eventually,
i got to accept the sense
of sheer intimacy
i had with this
little piece of plastic
and my heart molded
like flexible elastic
to befriend it,
the poor little being!

because i liked it,
its quality to embrace
my foreign face
as its own
and i didn't feel
that i was so alone
amidst a society
of false satisfactions
for unexisting fractions
of a lonely heart..

and i liked it,
the way i could open
my eyes to rushing air
as it kissed my hair
on my bus ride home
while all other peeps
would squint their eyes
'n' couldn't explore birds
spanning the blue skies
for they had no shelter
to guard their sight
oh what a state of plight!

and i liked it,
the way i took them off
whenever they got dirty
'n' rubbed them lightly
to the soft fabric
of my cotton shirt
oh to have this plastic
to teasingly flirt
with my barren soul
oh such a cute way
to silently console
my boring day!

and i fell in love
with its brilliant quality
to portray the reality
but more than that
i adored the way
this reality seeped
into imagination
as i took it off
sometimes in fascination
to explore the blur
world around
which made everythin'
look so dreamy
as if i had fallen
amidst a fairytale
away from harsh hail
of striking reality
and made me think
of 'Once upon a time...'
on the brick layered
wet pavements
of the city life
as if they were
the soft passageways
reeling their paths
on lovely rainy days
in a crystal castle!

oh how easy it was
for me to escape
the blows of reality
by taking it off,
my plastic glasses,
as a ticket of fantasy
that no one could find
with their clear sight
which was too bright
that it never could hide
the 'real' stuff and pain
from their perfect eyes
'n' made them go insane
for they had no choice
to switch in between
the real 'n' imaginary,
the seen and unseen...

oh what a catastrophe
they used to face
for they couldn't enter
the land of dreams
by not havin' its passes
oh what a tragedy
to be clear-sighted
'n' to not have glasses!

Author's Note

Hehe..this is the funny story of my life in which I got glasses and I cried a lot. :p I laugh at it now because I love them a lot and I've explained the reasons of it above. I often take them off to shut down reality and explore the blur, dreamy environment with bare eyes. And sometimes, I think I wouldn't be able to enjoy this if I hadn't been near-sighted. I know..it sounds weird..but I actually tried to look for the brighter aspects of my misery and I am very contented now. This poem looks a stupid poem about glasses but it's actually much more than that. I hope you understand the deeper aspect of it. :')❤

Much Love xX
Hazel *-*