Dear You

Dear You

Why do we hurt ourselves

When we can so easily fall in love with each other?

On some days you go out with your mouth painted red

A red that your heart drips because it's got

All this love but nobody to give it to

And on some days you're just a reflection

In the mirror, wondering, just wondering

If the "one day" is any closer. 

Dear You

I hate you for not being able to get the time right

And not being able to fall in love when

It was right there in front of you

And instead fall when all that is in front of you

Is this void where you've fallen before

And you can't find a way out of?

Dear You

I love you for being the person who wishes

The best for all, the best

Even for people who hurt you but when will you

Stop thinking about others and start

Thinking about what's good for you?

Dear You

We roam the streets of this beautiful city falling

In love with the lights that look brighter

When you walk alone and 

We see beauty in things that don't look beautiful to others

Like the way the jewelry in this shop reminds you of

The vessel in which Naani used to make Chai when

She used to move out of her bed

Like the way the women wearing Mekhla Sadars and 

The little girls in their new dresses that

Have vivid colours remind you of the new oil pastel

Box that your mother bought you for your first art class.

Dear You

You dream of lovers and love and dance and secrets

But when was the last time you loved and received love and danced and had a secret

Because I don't remember, do you?

Dear You

You wrap that scarf around your neck like it's

The only thing holding you together

But do you tell people that scarves

Were something you never wore because your

Mother wore them and you weren't your mother

But now you wear them because

You try to be good for her by being her?

Dear You

You are more than a pretty girl with the

Perfect eyes and the cigarette that you occasionally smoke

You are more than that picture you take

You are a miracle

You are You.