( This poem was not written to be put on this blog…. I just wrote it for my friend Yashi as it was her birthday and I had nothing to give her …. but just wat I have )
I stand with an upturned lip
I stare at my slanting feet
I thought I’ll give you the best gift
Alas! I feel lost in the mist
Of broken smiles and powdered faces
Of compressed sighs and shackled graces
And a tear trickles down my glazed eyes
Leaving a trail of charred cries
It lurks in a corner
I wait to take it back with me
It’s invisible among tinsel wrappers
And glitter of fashionable philosophy
I had thought I’ll give you the best gift
But then the child in me is cruel indeed
No one told me what you like
Honestly I did not care inside
I painted a face
As I see yours in an embrace
Marveling at its accuracy
I completely forgot its utility
Now I feel ashamed
Something in me has been unwillingly framed
If only I had thought
What would appeal and what not
My gift would have starred
This movie starring labels of all sorts
But does it count?
What matters? My reality or your frown
I only wanted to give you the best gift
Now I take it back, away from such intricacies
