Girl Friends

Funny how strange you looked on the first day

With a name impossible for me to remember

Walked past a dozen times thinking ‘Should I smile?’

Then someday somewhere we chatted for a while.

Sat next to you in class one fine Friday in spring

Soon enough you were a funny new girl I knew

I started searching my lost stuff at your place

Names shrunk, got wild and fought over silly stuff.

But if being stupid can be fun when it’s us

If I can sleep crossed in bed with lights right on

Knowing I will have a blanket over me at dawn

You can’t just be yet another girl that I know.

If you can dare to smirk at my pretty new shirt

Can tell me I look horrible straight in my eyes

If I can kick you when you don’t hear my whines

You can’t be just another girl that sits next to me

You will never ever ever be just another girl I know!!!

First day

Everybody’s suited up in shades of black

Faking all that maturity that you lack

Responsibilities tied up to your spine

It is no longer okay for you to whine.

Strange faces and strong disapprovals

They walk about quietly like in the chapels

You know you are the one being judged

I hope it isn’t a crime to be so scared.

I might even fear the lady at the reception.

A tiny point stressed out with confusion

What should I say? ‘Hi’ or ‘Good Morning’?

I can feel the spot inside my heart burning.   

My Perfect life

Laces, Satin, silk and their pretty sheen;

Blue big eyes overdone with Maybelline

Lavender crowns and a bed of rose petals

My neck draped with long strings of pearls

Standing on the stairs with red high heels

The dream of every girl, Cinderella to me;

Yeah, I dream and I dream a lot of fairytales

But if, If a genie sprang out of the flames

Or, If fairy godmother walked out of a cloud

I, I wouldn’t be so sure to wish it out aloud.

I Eat up food, sauce smeared on my nose

Laugh out loud, write my own terrible prose 

Sing out of tune and make false promises

Fall clumsily and be far far from Perfectness.

I think I like being myself, no haughty princess,

Dorky and proud, a royal sans the dresses.