querencia ~ poetry

ii. mirrors

(Inspired by a post I saw on tumblr the other day)

I think I fall in love a little bit
With every person I meet
Memorizing their eyes and smile
The little quirks of their existence
That they don't notice

I drink my coffee black
Because my mother does the same
I wrap my wet hair in a turban
Because my best friend taught me to

I wear the salwars
Handpicked for me by my aunt
Adorn myself with the silver jhumkas
My sister has an identical pair of

I line my eyes with dark kajal
Because I saw my cousin do hers
I slip sparkly chappals onto my feet
Because my grandma said I look pretty in them

At some point,
We will all become reflections
Of the people we love
And I think that's beautiful

Because it shows that
No matter how little you think
People care about you

That someone out there
Drinks coffee in a daisy-covered mug
Because the color reminds them
Of your golden presence.