Staring in the single sided silver polished glass called the mirror, with a smile harboured on her face,
She unriddles the entangled black threads overshadowing her scalp,that are no less than a maze..
Then she widens her eyes to embrace them with kajal,looking into those eyes encourages to break through toughest of the hurdles..
Further she twists the lipstick, coloured are now her lips so pink..
Looks so beautiful no, not by her attire or so,but by the fire and flames to be bold and courageous and at the same time tame,to be a warrior and a lover,to be careful as well as careless, to learn and to teach,to beat and to save,to be and to become..
Aspires she just as she respires,
Nevertheless heart is afraid of being broken of her desires..
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ASPIRATIONS "raped"
PoetryFull of excitement and extravagant joys, eyes gleaming with dazzling dreams and aspirations she steps out in the real world...to be and become someone she steps out ..What happens next? Her soul is ripped off as each and every cloth on her body is s...
