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;HOW I LOOK LIKE;

I look like a very gorgeous fool,
The fool who knows no bound to love her beloved
Just to be ignored by him for numerous times.
Daisies in my garden turned pale,
And I count how many times I avoided their sunken face
As it pains me, it makes me remember
The bloomed smiling daisy of my soul
Slowly drools towards a painful end.

I look like a very remorseful truth,
The truth that can haunt you days and nights
To make you colorblind and eventually blind…
My eyes have been thirsting since ages
Looking towards the path if he appears
On a very magical day to make my life
Even more magical but all it gives
A world full of agonizing emptiness and disappointment.

I look like an ever-smiling clown,
The clown who hides knives and million bloodshed hurts
Behind the curtain of her widely spread lips and thirty two innocent teeth;
They might fall one day but the duty
They have been given since birth
Shouldn't be forgotten.
They should smile, smile, smile and smile
Even if it hurts and feels tiring.
I am the clown and those meaninglessly unfurled smiles to beautifully deck up the room.

I look like an unfinished notion,
The notion might be one of the favourites
Of the author and stealing the topmost place of his list
But it embeds all his pain as it has never been completed.
The pinnacle of success is something we see and feel
And some remnants of incompleteness serve you the chill of excitement to breathe and live.
I am that incompleteness who has almost lost her ways finding the lost parts in him.
I can never be completed, yet be the best.
I am the pain that picks all the particles of wounds
To be decorated once and prove
How love can make you one heart-wrenching masterpiece!

~© storytellersuchismita