I hide. The corners of my bedsheet when they're messed, to not take it all off and set it again, I hide with a pillow and sleep on it.
A quiet lunch by myself. Two hours of pure bliss when I don't click a picture and don't have to check whether I held the fork in my right hand or left, I hide.
The smile I myself love! That one moment when I'm alive, I hide.
Applications to universities,
favourite new flowers,
a writer I just discovered,
a cute pup,
the sketch that turned out perfect,
that old jeans that fit me well,
the joy of my first cigarette.
That I cant sleep without songs,
that I cant eat without a fork,
that I don't love the rains,
that i don't have a gang of 'mains'. I hide.
Little moments every day. Moments when I'm reminded of my first crush in the middle of a lecture,
moments when i close my eyes and have a glass of chilled water
Moments when I successfully solve a car's number plate
When I suddenly like the vegetable I usually hate
I hide.
Not because no one wants to listen, oh so many of them do . But what then?
I say, you listen.
I say, you forget.
I say, you never forget.
Each time I say, I feel myself losing a piece of my already jumbled puzzle. I have to build this girl up. The girl with rainbow shaped hair and a floral skirt. The girl I drew in class third. I am building her up.
So I hide.
All her prices, inside myself.
Coz if I give them to you, I'll come to you each time I'm finding that piece, each time I'm working on her.
What if you lose it?
What if you refuse it?
The girl will break.
The rainbow will be incomplete.
So I hide.
All her shades, in the insides of my cheeks. I let them peek out, each time i laugh, i cry, i get angry, depressed. I let them out, and each time, with each emotion, I become.
I will show you the girl, when I'm done. I will show you the flowers she picked and put on her skirt, colours she loved and spread on her cheeks.
I will show you all her curves and twirls and curls . I will show you, when I'm not a puzzle anymore. I will show you, but not today. I will show you when I'm complete. But till then, I hide.
A quiet lunch by myself. Two hours of pure bliss when I don't click a picture and don't have to check whether I held the fork in my right hand or left, I hide.
The smile I myself love! That one moment when I'm alive, I hide.
Applications to universities,
favourite new flowers,
a writer I just discovered,
a cute pup,
the sketch that turned out perfect,
that old jeans that fit me well,
the joy of my first cigarette.
That I cant sleep without songs,
that I cant eat without a fork,
that I don't love the rains,
that i don't have a gang of 'mains'. I hide.
Little moments every day. Moments when I'm reminded of my first crush in the middle of a lecture,
moments when i close my eyes and have a glass of chilled water
Moments when I successfully solve a car's number plate
When I suddenly like the vegetable I usually hate
I hide.
Not because no one wants to listen, oh so many of them do . But what then?
I say, you listen.
I say, you forget.
I say, you never forget.
Each time I say, I feel myself losing a piece of my already jumbled puzzle. I have to build this girl up. The girl with rainbow shaped hair and a floral skirt. The girl I drew in class third. I am building her up.
So I hide.
All her prices, inside myself.
Coz if I give them to you, I'll come to you each time I'm finding that piece, each time I'm working on her.
What if you lose it?
What if you refuse it?
The girl will break.
The rainbow will be incomplete.
So I hide.
All her shades, in the insides of my cheeks. I let them peek out, each time i laugh, i cry, i get angry, depressed. I let them out, and each time, with each emotion, I become.
I will show you the girl, when I'm done. I will show you the flowers she picked and put on her skirt, colours she loved and spread on her cheeks.
I will show you all her curves and twirls and curls . I will show you, when I'm not a puzzle anymore. I will show you, but not today. I will show you when I'm complete. But till then, I hide.
