MANASVI SHARMA BAWA

Hello hello!

Welcome to the next edition of my ‘SHE’ poems, the journey of a girl through the different phases of her life. 

She peers into the mirror, 
Golly, those dark circles could eclipse the moon she thinks. 
That wretched pimple hasn’t gone to her horror, 
Maybe it will vanish in a couple of blinks. 

Oh, look at that muffin top, 
You should not have had the tub of popcorn. 
I think I need a life cop, 
Or end up with fitness goals tattered and torn. 

My hair aren’t doing anything for me, 
Yes, little voice, I know I should oil them more often.
Breathe woman and see your own beauty, 
Maybe it’s time to be positive and soften? 

Yes, why not. 
Yes, I will. 

But wait, what if I look like a buffoon? 
Well, it’s not as if I want everyone to look at me and swoon! 
I can be happy without that self-beating every morning. 
Maybe being a happy person is my calling! 

Yes, I will. 
How that little voice asks, not so politely!

Well, without a worry and no mask,
Because I AM MY happy place.

The thoughts are mine, things I generally think in my tiny head and then over think because. You may not have these conversations with yourself but hey, it’s a good read, eh?

The struggle and happiness are very real. Whether it rhymes or not.

Stay Tangled. xx