While waiting for my thoughts to turn in words,
I smile and smile..
One for the love and the other for irony..
To try and find..
I look at the mirror and gaze..
Whether to know the haze or daze..
Haze of people and daze the lovely self..
My lovely self..
A glimpse makes me realise and I ask..
Is it the self love or feeling of being a dove..
I fly and fight with the purity of white..
Still time gives me a shove..
I sit back, stare and see...
I Am Beautiful... and they say they swear...
Should I give them a glare..
To find I jump into their shoes..
and get the reason of their charming woos..
I smile and smile..
One for the love and the other for irony..
So many to love, nobody to care..
So many to have, nobody to share..
Just rolling the dice, not being fair..
All this seems to be noisy lonely affair..
I smile and smile..
One for the beauty and other for the lie...
Pankti....
