If you're ever on the riverside
where the sun beats your head
you would see the old man
selling hats of palm leaf
but you care not to notice him
having already smelled the sea
and too keen to cross the river
travel southward on the island
till the saline wind scalds your eyes
your skins itch to jump into the waves
yet the man with the palm leaf hats
would not cease to tell you
how burning would be the sun on the sands
and so badly you need to protect the head
by parting bucks that mean nothing to you
but a world to the mouths he feeds
and before you stamp on him a final no
she has one atop her hair
beneath which her eyes flutter like butterflies
her sun rouged cheeks untimely blush
and two born anew lovers
merrily head for the sea
having bought romance
for forty bucks.

She was afraid of heights..

Still decided to live on mountains...

So she could overcome her fear...

And could count herself as her most dear...

She was not morning girl..
She started off with morning walk...
Laughing on insecurities..
Swallowing all negativities..
Swapping her priorities..
She finally changed.....

Talking herself late nights...
Following her intuitions...
Fed up of being judged...
Opting for being loved...
She finally changed...

When nothing was approprite..
When her surroundings were not thy great...
She decided to no further bound..
Getting free from all mundane....
She finally changed...

She is the pride of creator..
So mind ur words before u utter..
The moment she steps in heels..
She forgets about the pain, wat matters at that time is the beauty it reveals...
One can never judge the power she holds, with the correct shade of gloss..
She is arrogant, She is shy..
She is mad and mature at the same time..
But she is proud.
I am proud to be a Women ....