(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 noticeI drink my coffee black
Because my mother does the same
I wrap my wet hair in a turban
Because my best friend taught me toI wear the salwars
Handpicked for me by my aunt
Adorn myself with the silver jhumkas
My sister has an identical pair ofI 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 themAt some point,
We will all become reflections
Of the people we love
And I think that's beautifulBecause it shows that
No matter how little you think
People care about youThat someone out there
Drinks coffee in a daisy-covered mug
Because the color reminds them
Of your golden presence.
YOU ARE READING
querencia ~ poetry
Poetry"let the moon teach you the art of being a mysterious and beautiful woman" ~ alexandra vasiliu