I will not say that my hair are damn beautiful
but they are just mine
and reflect me
that is the reason
why I love them
I might not have given the time to them
but now I feel like nourishing them
flourish them
let them speak my personailty
I don't know the reason of that change yet
but may be my thought process is evolving
I was careless with them
not because I don't love them
but because I like this only
but now I feel like to care for them
because I have started loving myself
If I am in love with myself
I would love my outer appearence too
I don't want to add layers on my face to look beautiful
let my skin feel the breeze
I don't want to apply gels on my hair to look cool
but love to oil them with dove
and wash them gently
I would like them to flow with the wind
let the water droplets on my face relax my mind too
let them shine in the bright light
now I can feel, I can say
i am loving my hairs and they are loving me back
My hairs adds different shades in my life
lifting those hairs which were disturbing my vision so gently
makes me feel, love is in the air
Well, who knows it is dove or love.........
but they are just mine
and reflect me
that is the reason
why I love them
I might not have given the time to them
but now I feel like nourishing them
flourish them
let them speak my personailty
I don't know the reason of that change yet
but may be my thought process is evolving
I was careless with them
not because I don't love them
but because I like this only
but now I feel like to care for them
because I have started loving myself
If I am in love with myself
I would love my outer appearence too
I don't want to add layers on my face to look beautiful
let my skin feel the breeze
I don't want to apply gels on my hair to look cool
but love to oil them with dove
and wash them gently
I would like them to flow with the wind
let the water droplets on my face relax my mind too
let them shine in the bright light
now I can feel, I can say
i am loving my hairs and they are loving me back
My hairs adds different shades in my life
lifting those hairs which were disturbing my vision so gently
makes me feel, love is in the air
Well, who knows it is dove or love.........
6 comments:
is it love or dove...fantastic poem!
it is love.. Pratibha.. after a long back read a beautiful poem from your pen..
Someone is Special
very lovely poem..
My good wishes..
Hope u will promote my post "The Girl i loved"
http://www.indiblogger.in/indipost.php?post=88938
Plz promote it :)
Nice poem.a great showcase of your talent with words..I loved the flowers,sun picture on your page!
Fabulous articulation of words Pratibha..
nd Yeah absolutely it is Love.. i mean Dove :D
Aha! This was a breezy read. :)
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