The next time i turn
I don’t wanna see you
Lurking behind me,
Trying to catch a glimpse
Of you drooling.
Make yourself seen
By coming in front,
Looking me in the eye,
And not on my chest.
Make yourself heard
By saying something true,
Not just nice.

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An extra day today
To make a new start,
To love yourself,
To make amends,
To make someone smile,
To not hide anymore
Behind lies.
An extra day today
To celebrate you!
To crlebrate hope,
To celebrate love,
To celebrate peace!

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I am visible
Yet i am not.
I am seen
But not the way
I want to be seen.
I am available
But only emotionally.
And emotions
No one wants to share.
I will laugh
And cry,
Jump with joy,
But to what extent?
And for whom?
Should i be
Invisible again?

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I want you to peep
Through my window
Every day in the morning.
I will wake up and stretch
To know you are watching,
My every curve
As it is unveiled
Like the sun from
Behind the clouds.
I will shower
And stand at the window,
To dry the water droplets
Trailing my skin
On my back,
Through my waist.
Are you that voyeur?

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Lemme watch
Your dainty feet.
Lemme worship them
While you dangle them.
Don’t step on the floor
While i lay
Kisses on the sole
Of your feet.

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I beckon
The new book of my life
Starting tomorrow
To write as i please!
A brand new chapter
To draw as my own.
Pen in happiness
With bits of sadness too.
Add a little laughter,
Spice with a bit of tears.
Garnish with sunshines
And serve a bit of rain
On the side.

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Heart broken
In a few more places,
Ankle hurts a
But longer than last year.
The skin tone
Another shade darker
After the harsh tan,
But full of hope
Is my mended heart.
My step,
Though slower than last year,
Has more bounce
And more vigour.
I am smiling more
From today onwards,
Looking bright eyed
Towards the sun,
To achieve more!!
Conquer more happiness.

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This time last year
Wasn’t the highlight
Of last year.
But today,
When i look back,
I have come a long way.
Better times prevail.
May these last few days
Be the positivity you need
For the year to come!

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New stretch marks
A little more sag,
New scars,
New raspberry moles,
Another shade darker
In the armpits,
Another fold on the rolls.
All these together
Couldn’t hold me back
From loving myself
Even more than before!

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Like the flower
In my pocket,
I too wanna be
Kept close by someone.

Need to be held
In a warm embrace,
Asked if i am okie?
Or my head patted
Like a little puppy.

But i am strong.
But i am bold.
But i am rude.
But i am getting old.
So i don’t deserve
Any love, nor any empathy.

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