Girlishly

I can't stop to notice How beautiful the women That surround me are! Look at the dresses And the glares, And the lip shades, And the flowing cloth With texture so soft, As if they never Existed without, Look at the surroundings In which they merge Appearing no lesser than Nature's  sculpture, So pure and  naïve Yet filled with chives, I often get stuck On images so bright, How come it is for beauty That we strive? To achieve and own it Like a materialistic pleasure, Designed to fulfill Our egoistic treasures. The notion of getting noticed, A deadly yet an attractive one, Has misled us into believing That otherwise we would be invisible.

Distance never worried me Until it became a reality, So dark That plans seemed bookish Fear seemed real And pain took over The feeling of cordial, Everything felt still At times brutally unreal, Sending messages aboard Of struggle and its sequel, I never knew The last time we  Hugged and kissed, That it would be so long Before the next, That our life will become restricted to texts, That our hearts will flutter At the name of love, But will silently utter The wish to be loved, Only if I knew before Of the abandoned touch, Of the feelings much, Of the missing feels, Of the kissing reels, Would I have stayed Longer and longer, Maybe leaving never.