Just another night

looked at the mirror ,

wiped off the steamy droplets

i saw my face clean ,

dripping water drops

no makeup , no jewellery

a sigh -

as i saw the acne ,

red spots just visible at night .

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I comb my tangled wavy hair ,

no more tamed with serums

i pluck some out ,

as if each of them carries a memory

but still leaves a sting ,

wounds remain unerased .

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i ignore those small stings

tying the untamed jungle quietly ,

like my thoughts held together

with a red bow ,

but some wounds sting sharply ,

a tear just sneaks

out of the heavy dark circled eye .

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just another night

where i gather myself before bedtime ,

drowning into dreams

where i am someone else ,

just a perfect version of myself

with blue bow and glowing skin ,

not yearning to be accepted ,

maybe just for once ,

smiling at myself .