08/01/2014

Going to the parlor

getting dressed well

putting some nude make up

so that i don't look man-made

Keeping quite not letting my thoughts out

When the Mr. Right enters

I have to give a smile and 

calmly sit down..

He will ask questions and so will the others

I am instructed by my parents

that my questions can be hazardous

I should rather just answer

All my life I dreamt of him 

Here is someone

whom i am trying to read

& fit him in my dream made fringe

An ocean of question in my head

In nervousness with my dress I play

He asks me if I have something to say

I say until our next meet my questions can stay.....

Everyone has come here to judge me

trying to figure out if this is who I am

Should they wait or take a chance

at least ask me, its the least you can...

Oh God so many bated breaths

Cant you just transform me into a guy

So that I can reject someone cause she is fat

Cause marriage today is all about looks and stats....

If marriages are made in heaven

Why wasn't mentality manufactured there

Beauty lies within and not on the flesh

Is it so difficult to understand??

I do not want to be a Show Piece

I am searching for a soul mate..

I want to be the real me when we meet

And  just don't want to cheat

There must be someone 

who will love me for who I am

Who will be gentle and a generous man

For whom true beauty is straight into my EYES....