Sunday, 17 February 2013

She Wore Her Smile


She had to attend the party without a choice 
And knew, should dress up to match the place

She could hardly afford a party wear 
And she was scared if she’d be the worst

Music on and lights flashed
All took their glasses and reached the floor

Dance they called some movements crazy
Fun they had, at least they thought

All wore their best but none was the best
All danced their best but none was the best

A trial to hide their fear, a trial to show their figure
To please someone, to prove something

She felt alone, rather aloof
She found a place though felt out of place

A few hands and eyes invited her
She made her choice to do what she felt

She took her plate alone and chewed some food
Just to heal her hunger pang

Music loud, decibels high, 
She remained there still among the crowd

Bottles empty, glasses full
They drank and danced in groups and pairs

Normalcy to ecstasy and then to the shallow idiocy
Happy faces to pathetic phase, lost their ground a bit, for sure

They dragged themselves, no smile was left
Either lust or tiredness felt

She sat there still, found her stillness in
Beyond the sound and light, travelled afar to a world anew

Contented, peaceful, tranquil she felt
To be what she is, to remain in her space

The moving crowd didn't move her a bit
She knew her place wasn't there to sit

She couldn't shop in malls so tall
But the smile she wore let her stand so tall

Beyond 'have to', 'must' and 'ought to'
She flew to a height where she could just 'be'




4 comments:

  1. ...poor Rich girl!
    Great thought beautifully penned, Sindhu:)

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  2. Thanks for the compliment,Amit..

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  3. She flew to a height where she could just be, be herself, be without any pretense. A poignant tale, shunning the shine and living with what we have.

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    1. Yes Saru..'be' is for like minded people to comprehend..if I complete the line it will be like explaining the reality of the real!!!

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