I match my scarfs with my attires,
some with colors and some with patterns.
Like I do my scars, with my memories
of places that I had dared to tread
where I found strength and a rush in my head
Like marks on my body,
that remind me of my journey,
and how worthy of them the destinations can be.
Now I match my scarfs with attires I wear;
Some with colors and some with patterns.
You’re not the red on your forehead or your palms
but the red that you bleed but no one sees.
You’re not the black mascara that you put on your eyes,
but the smoky eyes gifted by your sleepless nights.
You’re not a noise in the crowd,
but the sound that resonates in people’s minds.
You’re not a glitter in the sky,
you’re the north star that has always guided you.
You’re not a mere fantasy,
you’re the thought that sparks imagination.
You’re not just a part of someone’s life,
You are the complete piece of You.
Heart & Soul 