In the moment when I shivered in the cold,
      I saw him smile.
      Oh, it was nothing out of the box,
      It just gave me the much needed warmth.

      It stretched endlessly from one end to the other,
      It flowed breaking every barrier.
      Oh, it wasn't that unusual, you see,
      It only made me miss a heartbeat once again.

     I saw his lips dance to a happy tune,
     My eyes lingered there for a while.
     Oh, nothing went wrong with me, you know,
     I just found my own lips moving to the rhythm of his dance.

     It was a simple smile, that occurred on a winter morning,
     The one he smiled, that one.
     Oh, I was not even that near to him , you see,
     But , the beauty of the smile did completely encompass me.

I am the one who wears a scarf around her face , while walking in the dark,
The one who gets affected by your ‘harmless’ words and remarks snark,
But, you won’t recognize me, won’t even stop judging me for saying this, that’s for sure,
So, let me introduce you to myself, hello there, I am your victim, the one who is insecure.

I am just a servant, a worthless one, in your powerful, popular , betraying regime,
Just someone negligible, created by Him to make you laugh, not even worth your ‘precious’ time,
An anonymous personality, you call me a *******, fat ***, ****, *******, an emotional fool,
I am the one who gets punished without committing a single crime, without breaking any rule.


But, you won’t recognize me, won’t even stop judging me for saying this, that’s for sure,
So, let me introduce you to myself, hello there, I am your victim, the one who is insecure.

You will never treat me as I am , never think of me as a human being,
No matter how hard I try, to ignore you, to befriend you, to you, I will always remain a funny thing.
But, when it will be your turn to offer flowers on my grave, free of scars which will be, as well as pure,
That will be the moment when you will look at others and exclaim, “Oh, what a pity,  I knew her, wasn't she the one who was insecure?”

Is it my soul doing a somersault?
   Or has the time come to a halt?
   Or is it the moment between us that feels amazing?
   For your's is the only name that now I can sing.


  Is it the moon tonight, that looks more illuminated?
  Or is it the heart of mine, that feels the need to be felicitated?
  For there is a peaceful light , glowing all inside and around me,
  Or is it, that love is the light, just like it is meant to be?


  Is it something really beautiful about this normal season?
  Or is it my lips, that have decided to keep smiling for no reason?
  Is some lovely pleasure allowed to the human beings in this way,
  They they get the privilege of the cold, shining stars , on a scorching day?


  Am I affected with a disease which has no cure?
Or , is it a mere illusion of mine, that is devilishly pure?
One last time, allow me to ponder over this , for now,
Is this a feeling, that the mortals name it as, love?

You look broken- hearted, teary eyed at the covers of a magazine,
With eyes wide, you exclaim, "Oh my! I will never be such a beauty Queen!
"Oh that pretty face! I would **** to be her!" ,you begin to wish,
A second later, you let out a sad sigh, rating yourself a mere *******.

But why is it, that your own reflection , you hate?
Is it because of what you see everywhere, a beauty that is fake?
Did you forget, oh my pretty little ,insecure thing,
That you are His creation, a beautiful state of being?

Are you insecure about the whites and reds that ,
covers any 'beautiful' 'perfect' women's face?
Then, what is your say about that genuine smile,
that needs no make up, and improves your grace?

Are you scared , because people throw accusing glares at you,
The ones that accuse you, of being a person of words few?
Then, wouldn't you like to answer them with your eyes,
pretty as always as they are, for they even speak out volumes?

You sob to yourself because you are not the 'Size Zero' type,
and because it is the latest trend, too much of which is a hype?
But, what about those noble hands, and a loving heart,
That you are gifted with, for love is what they impart?

It is true that, beauty does count for something in life,
But, why to achieve something superficial, should there be a strife?
All you need in life, oh my pretty little, insecure thing,
is the inner beauty, that spreads love, my beautiful state of being!