Rainbow

The exquisite beauty of my face
is the first thing they saw.
Until they moved closer.
That’s when the sadness,
In my eyes became lucid.
They believed my skies
were all grey.
But they didn’t know.
Grey is a colour  too.
A little bit of black
mixed with a lot of white.
Just how Life should be.
Some truth and some lies,
Which were mine to keep.
For its how we actually are
Imperfect….
And yet it is the grey skies I told them
that bring rain
That’s how your garden flourishes
That’s when you see the rainbow…..

                                                 -madhavi

Wrinkles

me

Let no one deprive me of the wrinkles of my forehead.

Or the bags under my eyes.

It is the memory of the days,

Of how much I worried and cried.

Oh those tiny lines near my lips,

Show how much I laughed and how much I kissed.

The smile on my mouth,

Hides the words I didn’t say.

And the pain in my eyes,

Shadow the hurt that lies there.

These lines and these scars are mine.

And they make me beautiful.

They tell stories of,

All the hurt and the pain,

Of all the love and the gain,

Of all my victories and defeats,

And most of all,

These wrinkles …well they show you,

They show you the real me.