I waited in the summers,
For the breeze of yours
I waited in the winters,
For the warmth of yours
I waited in the springs,
For the scent of yours
I waited,
But you were at someone else's door
You waited,
Not for me,but someone else's odour

They said,you're ugly,
I asked,"What's Beauty?"
They said,your teeth are bad,
I said,Oh! So that's beauty,I fixed it.
They said, you're dark skinned,
I said,Oh! So that's beauty,I lighten it.
They said,you're short,
I said,Oh! So that's beauty,I wore heels
They said,you're the ugliest one ever,
I said,Oh! So that's beauty,I wore makeup
They said you're still ugly!!
I again asked,"What's Beauty?"

Life can be cruel
Life can be kind
But that’s the rule
Some may find
Some are so lucky
They have everything
Others seem to suffer
At what ever life will bring
Life’s unfair
Some just dare
Some just do
Some just worry their lives away
Hoping that there’s some good one day!
For them too!

Looking out onto the street
Watching people going to and fro
It’s the weekend in the big city
Sipping a cup of coffee
Checking out the news of the day

Sitting up high
Looking out onto the street
Contemplating life
Planning my day

Sitting up high
Surrounded by dark wood
Listening to quiet jazz
Sipping my coffee
Checking out the news
Contemplating my day
Enjoying the moment

When I smiled,
People said, “Eww, that’s gross.”
When I laughed in happiness,
People said, “It’s ugly.”

When I smiled,
People said, “Your teeth are yellow.”
When I laughed,
People said, “Your laugh is ugly.”

When I smiled,
People made me teary.
When I laughed.,
People said, “you look ******".

And when everything was fine,
When everyone said, “Smile!”
It was the moment
I was afraid to smile.

Metamorphosis
The art of embracing transformation
The butterfly knows

The magical chrysalis
A curtain surrounding and hiding
Lead to gold

Alchemy's
Noble metals embrace the change
Molecular royalty

Elements in crucibles
Heat within Earth's crust
Pressure making diamonds

Plasticity, purposed
Life withdraws and reemerges
Days shorten and lengthen

Seasons of Earth's cycles
Re-emergence of life after winter dormancy
Flowers burst from buds

With each revolution
Hidden dynamics await explosions of change
Adapting to an evolving will

Evocative
Liquidating what something once was
Wrought from the inside out

Life itself
Bursting with a sense of possibilities
Moments of physicality

And we imagine
We dream possibilities
We crave fantastical change

If we are brave
If we are flexible as is nature
A mind is our most valuable instrument

Filled with ephemeral nature,
Fragility, and beauty
Consistent change dependable

Retreat into self
Re-emerge as something new
Butterflies certainly do

Life is a vessel
Which holds both the real and the hypothetical
Creativity

I haven't seen her in years.

Maybe she's still there
when the tide rises
foraging in the river
dreaming in half moon
they meet their fate
floating into her net.

With the tide ebbing
maybe she's still hugging the shore
praying for a little more
till the stars blink weary
waiting for her to go home.

Is she still there
her skin smeared with mud
stalking like a night heron
silhouetted against the skylight
her feet kissing the riverbed
her bed lonely and cold.

I wonder why for me
she's so mysterious
a predator in the river
a foresaker of life
for the life of her
brewing a love
deeper than I've ever known.

In my eye's river
she's still there.

Age cannot catch up with her.