I love the caress of my loose hair on my naked back
I love the blotch of kajal below my eyes after a nap
I love the layer of desire that the gloss adds to my lips
Just as I love the invasion on my tired thoughts of some sleep
When my ear-rings tickle my cheeks, I love it
When the wind blows my hair in my face, I love it
I love it when my eyes look brown in the sun
Just as I love the sprint that ends in a long hug
I love the reflection on my skin of the colour I wear
I love the swaying ways of my dress when we go up the stairs
I love the discovery of a shoe that fits my feet
Just as I love the Goodnighthugs and the Goodmorningkisses
When my voice touches the right notes of the song, I love it
When the scales are inclined to display a recline, I love it
I love it when my mirror and I share compliments
Just as I love the expressions of a word that’s written
I can never really love myself enough
Nor can I enough ever love the world
For when I smile and my world smiles back
I know it doesn’t matter that my hair is curled
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2 comments:
Coming from a world, where I have only seen self-hatred, this is refreshing, beautiful and something to yearn for.
I love all these things too, but the hatred for some other things, always scores over the love...
Very well written too! Go baarish!!
Pragni - These days, I feel life is smiling at me... But then, I think that it is so perhaps because I am smiling at it too. Honestly, I don't know who smiled first... But now, I do remember to remind myself on one of those days full of self-loathing that I'm forgetting to count my blessings... And that generally helps...
Thanks for the compliment my dear! I miss the blog you built a fence around... but I'm sure you know it's for your best! :-)
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