Vanity fair

looks are everything to some..
who give their all to perfect that face..
practising that poise..
posing in front of mirrors of a million reflections..

smiling and staring..
searching for the grin which would suit them best..
a sexy pout will solve most problems..
some girls have all the luck with kissable lips..

sashaying into a room full of people..
tall nose stuck high above in thick air of filth..
elegance and class can never be forged..
not by clothing nor by scents..

a pimple on the cheek of a school girl..
the mark of innocence and youth..
tells the sweet tales of pressure and stress..
which she desperately tries to hide with each careful flick of her bangs..

big round eyes are valuable assets one can have..
for the eyes are the windows to the soul..
and the width of the lids allow careful measure of mystery..
to intrigue, capture and intimidate..

youthful beauty disappears with a glance..
in the blink of an eye..
beauty that is only skin deep..
is as temporal as the sands of time..

the things one can see so surely..
might not be the things others see as clearly..
as beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder..
hopefully none are as blind as the bats of the night..

The girl with the broken smile

she hasn't been smiling for the past three days..
her friends wondered where her smile had gone..
the pink cherry lips..
pursed in the sweetest angled arch..

her heart had broken into many pieces..
flown off to different people in all different directions..
over wide distances and minutes of time..
one to each person who meant a little too much..

insecurity signifies the purest of heart..
an innocent heart that allows fear of hurt..
she wants to feel beautiful and loved..
but she can never satisfy all men..

scared to be loved..
sacred to touch..
afraid to live life as it is..
fearful of falling in love..

there was something in the stare..
the electricity that connected both souls..
it caused her to develop an intimidated blush..
and also a sheepish grin..

one is never too old to giggle at crushes..
never too matured to dance in the rain..
for the mind has a thousand eyes..
but the heart only has one..

The end of a fairytale

looking down at her burnt fingers..
she stood alone at the doorway..
her night of partying had come to an end..
at least for today..
or was it yesterday?

her lids were smudged with black paint..
her face pale and void of color..
the red on her cheeks had been erased..
by the sweat from gyrating on different men..
the perspiration from waking up in a nightmare..

she felt her empty pockets..
drained from all the rendezvous and gallivanting..
which man was she planning to seduce next?
it doesn't matter to her, apparently..
so long as she can escape the reality she felt was so intimidating..

one flip of her locks allowed relief..
another shake returned all hurt..
spinning made her world still and quiet..
boozing ensured mental stability..
giggling through mindless conversations..

a love lost had torn her far from her fairytale ending..
momentarily separated from the mundance life of passion..
she turned to alcohol and music..
for in that world of bright lights and delirium..
release all her hidden angst and emotions, she could..

Sweets from the past

having pillow fights..
crying over petty squabbles..

biscuit crunching sounds..
causing giggly hysteria..

playing dress-up with minimal clothing..
posing and taking snapshots..

applying bright colors onto pretty faces..
peering like professionals into the mirror..

demo-tape recordings..
squealing like piggies with squeaky voices..

enjoying the boys galore..
while listening to sing-along songs..

squeaky voices once again..
fingers pointing at the ones who coughed..

arms and bums spanking..
heads thrown back in glee..

too many neoprints..
dollar bills grew wings..

sweet smiles appearing..
ice-cold milo breaks..

tough spaghetti chewing..
too much meat sauce..

add some sugar..
live it up with spice..

The dependable her

when the world got dark..
and night shrouds permanently..
there she was with her flickering candle..
light supplying..
ever so dependable..
ever so dear..

when the waters got deep..
and murky depths rose speedily..
there she was with her steadfast grip..
strength giving..
ever so reliable..
ever so near..

when the fires got hotter..
and it blazed and burned..
there she was with the cylinder of extinguisher..
relief providing..
ever so inexhaustible..
ever so.. her..