Red lips, red nails, denim shorts;
The voices in her head, arrows shooting at her.
‘What did I do? What did I say?’ her thoughts.
‘I wish the past could be made blur!’
Long walks, long days, a beautiful flower;
She colors her days; she looks out of the window.
‘What is beautiful? Where does love empower?’
‘It is said that beauty is not just in the meadow!’
Pealing laughs, momentary smiles, fleeting exuberance;
She refuses to visit those memories; she agrees to look at
now.
‘When will I do? When will I reach the better tense?’
‘Let those struggles take a bow!’
-Kriti Malhotra