Forgotten daydream.

"Why he comes back to me? Loaded with all the sentiments of the past, causing numbness to take control over my heart.

Why after years I still find him embedded deep in my thoughts?

During those late night chats, why do I suddenly crave his talks? Why is it always him, whom I search in the crowds?

Why his absence has so much control over me that his presence lacked?"

He felt like a morning dew, fresh and vivid.

Like a cool breeze in the desert, rendering me alive.

He was the glow in the flowers, that I could never resist.

He was a forgotten daydream,

And at 3 am he still makes me feel like a broken toy.

I can still hear myself shattering and descending to the ground.

In a world full of question marks, he was my exclamatory sign.

He's the chaos to my organized mind, the craziness in my sanity.

The abysmal feeling.

A deceiving reality,

He's the absurd decision of rationality.

Then why after years he still comes back to me with his intense eyes?

Being aware of his intentions why I still yearn for the lies?

He comes like a childhood memory that you keep hidden in your heart's closet but with a blast it thuds open making you weaker than before.

Like an autumn that would succeed the spring.

Like a cold night that would follow a warm day.

After years, he comes back to me, like a withered flower enclosing all the memories.

Piercing through the soul, he reminisces the wishes.

Exposing my vulnerability, he ruins the actuality.

When everything seems right, he comes like a storm, revealing commotion of leaving us behind.

He comes in fraction and then assembles in whole, voicing the memories in my mind.

After years I still find him snooping around in the back of my brain,

As habits die hard, I think I made him one of mine.

                                   

                                                            - Anshu Sharma

Loved by all, yet no one.

MAC, elle18, L'Oreal, olay and many more..

Hide your scars, smear the body with foundation, color it, conceal the spots, a little here, some more there to enhance your attractiveness.

These are the routine nowadays, several advertisement for getting fairer skin and make up commercials to beautify one' s self. As if we already didn't know our weakness's and blemishes.

It's good to make people conscious about their body and appearance and soliciting them in staying healthy and protected from the daily pollution and UV rays, it's good being aware but being overly conscious in the extend to lose your true self to these products is beyond my understanding. I am not saying no one should use these products, no, apply them, look mesmerizing and adore your reflection in the mirror, just don't find yourself criticizing others if they won't go their distance to get that perfect nail color or eye shadow. Neither am I asking you to not dress up, no, dress up real good with your perfect rouge, eyelashes, even have that winged liner, just don't be so self absorbed that you lose yourself in the mere image of the whim. Improvising oneself is nice, but don't change yourself or add those weighty products for others.

Ameliorate yourself, if it boosts your confidence, do things that you love. Stay fit and healthy, maintain the beauty. Look good for yourself not for the world. Let your heart ache for the ones that deserve, and grace your soul with good needs.

Let the world remember you for who you truly are, looking perfect sometimes is nice but make the world look at you with respect even after losing those layers of artificial trifle.

Treat everyone equally, dark skinned or pale, with red lips or nude, love all and most importantly, love yourself. And always remember, 'True beauty lies within the soul, everything else withers.'

Flaunt your flaws and cling to your imperfections. Be who you are and remember, God created us, we created cosmetics.

                                                - Anshu Sharma

Love's imperfection

Love is not all candle light dinners and romantic dance along the beaches,
Love is midnight pizza cravings and fights over its sharing.

It's not just about your ideal outfit and late night meetings,
It's his t shirt on you and cheese dripping all over it.
Love is not in being meticulously organized and sane with each other,
Rather, it's in staying imprecisely crazy together.

It is not a smooth highway drive,
Love's a roller-coaster ride.

Defining love is like limiting a sea shore,
Every time you are done, it stretches farther.

It's not a hot body drooling for you,
Love's about comforting an aching soul that had lost its will over you.
It would not make you go weak-kneed,
Love will give you all the strength you need.

It's not as if touring a neighboring town,
Love is travelling to a far away land and getting attached to its ground.

It's neither a fairy tale beginning nor its ending,
Love's a catastrophic meddling.

Words could be less, time can be slow,
Faults admired, objectivity ignored.
Love's your doorway to happiness,
The launch pad of your dreams.
Adore the ones who love you without conditions, in spite of the flaws,

As,

Everyone loves you with your perfection,
Love is love, when its attributed for the imperfection.