And again you look at yourself.
Not able to meet eyes with the reflection of that beautiful body,
Not able to see what everyone else can clearly see,
Not able to understand their worth.

You push your hair on your face,
Covering your pimples,
But at the same time, hiding those perfect brown eyes.
You wear full-sleeve shirts to hide your scars,
In the process, you hide their chocolate colour.

You try and wear the longest of heels,
Which don't reveal those small, soft legs.
You wear your hair up, not letting them flow down
And compliment your dress.

You feel you're the worst, the worst girl in the crowd,
Almost as though  imperfection means you,
And that nothing can surpass it.

But you don't see your beauty,
The one that clearly stares at you.
How adorable you are when you stand on your toes to hug someone,
And how cute you look with a tank top
Showing your chocolate brown skin.

Trust me sweetheart, you will find him,
That one guy who'll love you for all this.
For those eyes, those feet and that smile,
For the small imperfections that make you, you.

On that summer morning when we first met,
It was a normal day turned into a special one.
How I stumbled and saw your silhouette,
Shifted my eyes towards you to see who was this person who made me run.

That was when I saw them,
Those beautiful, beautiful eyes!
Perfect and pretty at the same time,
They felt like knives piercing through my heart.

They were an amalgamation,
A puzzle of colours.
The first one I could decipher,
Was green, as sharp as a needle pricking my skin.

Green seeped into the iris,
Like water gushing into a dry lake.
It gave life to his eyes,
The way they danced in delight.

Then came brown, with small specks of grey,
And a small black pupil.
It felt like staring at an ocean and watching the sun drown in it,
Like a million seas had come together to this one beach.

The brown resembled the sand,
The green and grey took shape of the water.
The black pupil, was more like a reflection,
Of someone in the sea.

That was when I fell for them,
Their depth and their shine.
The way they danced off the sunlight,
It felt almost too good to be right.

In my room, under the bed, lies a box.
The one that holds all our memories,
All the love and hatred, all the friendship and enmity.

For years I've been mortified to even look at it,
But now with us completing a lifetime
I guess now I must review my situation
As to where I stand without you.

As I open the first letter, I get a waft of your smell.
Sweet and seductive, it lingers around me long after you've left.
Your words of love seem to fade away now, as they no longer hold any meaning.
But the touch of the parchment feels divine and it reminds me of your skin against me.

As I ruffle through the poems you gave me, thinking what we did wrong,
I look out the window and see the flowers, the birds and nature,
How everything always goes back to place after winter without fail,
Every time.

It was as though she told me something, something that just woke inside me.
That I had to get up and get over it,
Get over the past and move on with my present and hope for a better future.
I had to be able to stand on my feet, to be able to live my life,
Without regret and love it none the less.
And I will do it, I will succeed someday.

Then after years when you think about that girl you left,
Remember that she moved on for a better life without you,
The one she'll never forget.

To see that face,
Everyday in the morning.
To watch those eyes flutter open,
To see that smile come on your face.

To delve in the beautiful colours of your eyes,
To drown in their love.
To feel safe and secure in that hug,
To feel satisfied in that sigh.

To feel happy when in your arms,
To feel sad when away from you.
To feel insecure when you're with someone,
To feel lonely without you

To be your one and only,
Forever is all I want.
To be able to say that you're mine,
Is all I'll ever want.

To be able to kiss you everyday without hesitating,
To be able to hug you without disruptions.
To be able to love you for what you are,
To be able to tell you how much you mean to me.

All I want is you and that's all I'll ever want,
I need you for myself and I'm ready to give myself
To you.

The traveller

In the cold misty mountains where I stayed
Came a man who looked wiser than his age.
Bold as an eagle, he walked up to the shade
And came to my humble home for food and a place to stay.

He told me all about his travels,
To places I've never heard of.
Of a land no one could unravel,
And a place where there was no love.

He called this place the underworld,
A place which had no happiness.
An abode for lost souls of the world,
To come and wash away their madness.

The place reeked of sorrow and fear,
And had a gloomy aura.
He felt it was time to move on with his travelling endeavours,
And went out the doors of death to search for flora.

He stood at the doors of heaven,
And thought he had finally reached the epitome of his life.
It was magical and majestic, topped with perfection,
Every soul in this place lived without strife.

As days turned to years,
The traveller had to move on to see more such wonders.
So he left heaven to search for lands with both laughter and tears,
To discover different places and search for answers.

When he finished his tale,
I asked him, "where can I find these places?"
To which he said something that still trails
In my heart and never seems to wither away.

"That's up to you child", he said,
"Because every place is a state of mind.
It creates heaven when you have a calm head,
It creates hell when you're unkind."

Saying that he disappeared.
Even though I still search for him everyday,
I know in my heart that he had come to clear
The differences in my mind and to keep them at bay.

Now I understand what he meant,
When he said the places were a state of mind.
Heaven and hell can be found in two sides of an argument,
It all depends on what you choose to follow till the end of time.