Have you ever wondered
Who are you?
What is it that makes you.. you
What is it that you sense when you look at yourself in the mirror?
Is it the looks?
Is it the hair?
Is it the way you cover your misfortunes with make-up ?
Or is it your toned self?
I looked at myself carefully in the mirror
At first sight I felt horror
The eyes looked morose
The face looked wrinkled
The body looked petite
And the hair looked brittle
Inner peace I called out
When I saw myself sold out
Was it always the exterior that inspired me to be me?
The more I questioned the more I let me free
Lying on the bed I gave it a thought
Challenged my brain and racked the lot
Why am I alive? What’s my purpose?
And many more questions followed unanswered
And ofcourse the devil had to wake up
Had to remind me if I was too old to give up
The devil is my best bud,he keeps me occupied
To make sure I don’t slip out of sight
I asked myself…who am I?
Just another girl in the crowd gone by
I realised it when the twinkle in my eye
Said to me – inner self is real rest all part thy