By Priyanka Bhandarkar
No one wants to be a child anymore,
Those salient features don't cross my mind galore
Finding full inspiration in being an adult,
Like sitting without watching television
The uses of homes are different now, especially what we do behind closed doors.
You imagine someone nude and feel the conviction
Just giving excuses your smile a dubious attempt
Revealing a dosage of the inner self you realize
Maybe you are still asleep somewhere near the window counting stars.
My denims trying to adjust with the future
Chanting your name out of correction to a given memory
Feeling shy to get yourself dinner after the hours
Your desires revealing change, resilience and grief in more ways than one,
Karma being prudent in doing what you want.
Terrified in an outburst over talks on eating, clapping and sleeping
Do you understand the adversity of the time table in giving a smile?
Maybe sarcasm is found in the long perished lifestyle,
My conquests echoing polished hair and painted lips.
Eventually doing a diagnosis and getting clarity from friends
Maybe excuses like becoming ill fifteen years ago
We change and crystallize to issue a break up or just put a fullstop to our deeds,
To think feelings are not ugly and immature in looking beautiful
Searching for relentless answers from neighbors and relatives.
Longing to spend time with them gaining experience
But the most important part is to preserve ourselves and safeguard,
Continue to make mistakes and mingle with friends
Maybe one day someone might keep an invisible finger on those lips,
A carnivore of emotions floods asking to take risks.
The mind is active to likes and dislikes with great expectations
In paints there is horror and in hands there is paint like any other woman.
The language of existence is in fixing beautiful paintings on the walls
Still life, precision without cajoling and independent of pain
The charged reality of not asking for second opinion
Being an artist in pursuit of goals.
Work hard to lead a successful life,
I call it silly now as I was born with ovaries,
I name them or maybe send them to the doctor
With luck i will get an answer for the change,
Making a cup of coffee in the kitchen,
The color too sanguine with sugar around
Thank goodness I took the news to my advantage,
As I take steps to be healthy.