Red, puffed eyes,
tear stained cheeks,
I look up at the sky,
I whisper, I’m not weak,

I am not weak

New found determination,
I scream, I shout,

I. Am. Not. Weak.

Who’s she?
A bit moody
A bit foodie
But that’s fine,
Because she’s mine.

Who’s she?
Sometimes strong,
Sometimes wrong,
But that’s fine,
Because she’s mine.

Who’s she?
Always drives me crazy,
Always she’s lazy,
But that’s fine,
Because she’s mine.

Who’s she?
She always make me smile,
She always distracts me with her own style,
But that’s fine,
Because she’s mine.

Who’s she?
Always  hungry
Sometimes angry,
But that’s fine,
Because she’s mine.

Who’s she?
She makes my life complete,
She makes my heart beat,
But that’s fine,
Because she’s mine.
                -Darsh Parekh

I so longed for you since I was a child
I'll never forget your touch; oh so mild
you were years ahead of me; I didn't care
all that mattered was your beauty; oh so rare

"Mirror mirror on the wall,
Who's the most lethal of them all?"
And watch your reflection stare back at you.