~~Sometimes, a poetry is so much more than just another poetry. Some pieces entail significant emotional investment.. This one did.~~
Ever since I laid my eyes on this picture, I knew what I am going to write.
This picture is of one of the smartest person I’ve met online and it is she herself. I don’t intend to call her all of what I will be writing, but of all people, I know she will understand what and why the poetry means. Some pictures do not talk about the person, but about the emotions. Anshu Dhamiwal, you will forever be someone I shall love, regardless of the number of days we go without talking.
You see the eyes
But don’t look at the iris
The eyes do smile
But the iris will haunt
The eye lashes flutter
You feel poetry
But don’t look beyond
There’s a rage within
Her eyes are fire
They have been burnt before
She speaks of love
But she is contriving your fall
She is terrified to fall
She has been abandoned by all
She knows beauty
She despises it all
Beautiful people say
Beauty is temporary
But, look at an average
And she will speak
Of the nights she stayed awake
Because
Another beautiful girl took away
The heart which was supposed
To fall for her
If you’re pretty,
You never question
If your love loves you,
But when you’re not
Every night is a struggle
As you play with your lash
Wondering
Why did your love love you at all?
When there is nothing in you
That can captivate
That can enchant
What if another pretty girl
Strolls along?
Is it not human for him
To let his heart beat
And just like that
Another beautiful girl will rob
Her
Of the tale she had fully scripted
No.
False are the lies
That tell
It’s okay not to be pretty.
Do not believe them.
Or else,
Don’t love.
You ask too many questions
People will leave.
No one stays.
They go.
Pretty girls.
They always take away
That which was never theirs.
I play with my eye lashes
You call me beautiful
But am I?
No.
I will never believe
That which I am not.
But, I know you love me
But, the question is how long.
For someone who is poetry,
Beauty shall come your way
Too many fancy faces
Too thick eyelashes
And soon you will forget
I will be a figment
Of yet another tale
That won’t complete
So, I pluck my eyelash
One after the other
If I can’t be pretty,
I should stand out
So, that when you leave me alone
You will shudder at the sight of me
But, as I clip another lash
The tears begin to fall
No.
I don’t want to scare you
I want to belong
I want you to be there
When my insecurities grow strong
I want you to whisper
That you will love me
Even when I am a hundred pounds and more
Even when I donot have a speck of powder
Even when my skin are dotted with freckles
Even when my eyes are fat with tears
Even when my lashes are all shed and gone
Because you told me, you love my heart
And a heart has no face
Tell me again and again
Tell me before,
I chop all the lashes
And repulse at my reflection
I am not beautiful
But, hearts have never been seen
If you fell for my heart
Let these lashes bleed
I’v read, “Love is blind“
Then why do we need the eyes
Tell me you will love me
Even when I have shed it all
My lashes can never be
Like the ones you see
On fancy pages of magazines
They will always be ordinary
Like it was supposed to be
My insecurities are strong
I don’t trust myself
I don’t know why you love me
When you could have the ones
Who wear the tall heels and
Look like a trophy
When you could have the ones
Who looked like movie stars
When you could have the ones
Who could kill with the looks
Tell me once, you love me
For reasons I would believe
Don’t tell me I am pretty
‘coz I know I am not
If you could convince me today,
I want you to repeat it tomorrow
Because ever since I knew what forever meant
I’ve seen pretty girls take it all
You won’t understand my fears
Because you have never felt ordinary
It takes an ordinary to know an ordinary
And you’ve always been a poetry
Don’t leave me alone
As my insecurities grow strong
I clip another lash
They fall in the hole
Come back to me
Before
I too shall fall
Or wait
Have you already gone?
Another pretty girl snaps it all.
Footnote: I am seriously sorry for the type of depression this poetry oozes. Lately, I’ve been writing a little more of dark tones. For Anshu Dhamiwal, I want to say, you are by all means beautiful and you know I mean it when i say it, but this picture shook me so hard that I wanted to tell the tale of those who are not as blessed.
I know, I don’t have to explain.. you will understand.. I am not calling the non pretty girls names too.. yes, people are beautiful in their own ways, but sometimes, it takes a lot of convincing to feel that way… this poetry has solely to do with me and my thoughts.. I am not wishing to call anyone any names here. Those who know me will know that I am speaking the truth, My insecurities are very high… for the rest, i apologize for whatever you think I mean but I don’t.