If clothes could speak then
we have many advantage's.
clothes will clear they are not responsible
for the wrong think
People can't measure your
status who you are
If clothes could speak people
watch your heart before
watching you

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My long sleeves
Dictated my obedience.
The long umbrella cut
Decided my length of character.
The intricate designs
On my silk clothes
Just reminded me
How trapped I am
In the designs of
Social tomfoolery.

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Clothes were quite colourful
in the childhood and ironically
so were the memories!

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Those childhood clothes
Lying inside the old boxes
Torn and tattered,
If had a voice,
Would have been enough
To give justice
To that young girl
In the court.

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..... that worn out cotton saree that Ma wears, the snugly and soft saree, that now smells like her, how I used to wipe my face with her aanchal.. I complained I was unable to find a towel, but the truth was, I wanted to inhale her essence.....

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If clothes could Speak,
Then it may disclose
the truth of the Person
they are Covering..

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That school shirt
Which was once handled
With care and precision
So that the white remains
Pure and crisp
Sans any ink or mud stains,
Now sitting behind the closet,
Filled with doodles and caricatures
Of mock faces and wishes
In verses of slangs,
Loves and words,
Always give a nostalgic rush
Reminiscing those days
Where life was just white and black.
Maybe, your closet is now filled with
The best of fashion,
Yet that one soiled shirt
Will always outshine
The others.

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I am sorry,
But I am not your tattered shirt
Which you don when you
Are bored of other clothes.
I am sorry,
But I am not that old, small size jeans
Which you keep me behind your closet
So that you look at me and be sad
That you don't fit in me any more.
I am sorry,
But I am not those running shoes
Covered in dirt, which you kept above
Your closet, apart from the new ones
Because it reminds you
How you didn't win that race.
I am sorry,
But i am nothing of them
Because I am tailored to precise
By the best fashion designer,
And you know what?
You don't have to know my real worth
Since you can't even buy me.
Let me hang here,
In respect, until someone comes
And look at me with nothing
But love and pride.

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And you were
always that breeze,
Which I could
never capture...
I never wanted to...

And when I die today,
you ask me my last wish!!!

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The saree of my mom
gives me more solace and calm...
I embrace it to feel more secure,
whenever I feel low and insecure...
I smell its flavour from time to time,
as and when I go through bad times...




The saree may have lost its shining,
but my mom in it has kept me smiling...
So my dear mom, in this saree,
you can never leave me alone again to worry..

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