how things change 😢
the plain Janes
Some of them are miraculous
Others are meticulous.
But for sure,
they are not ridiculous
And all of them are real,
not fake even an inch
Some of them are real and raw
like the unpolished diamonds
But diamonds are diamonds
Solid, Real and Intriguing
and others are pristine and true
like dark woods or
Deep, awesome and curious.
But for sure,
they are not phony,
no, not even an inch.
don’t misunderstand the plain Janes.
Everyone needs that perfect protective shell,
Where we can live, breathe, grow and excel,
Without having the fear of the predator’s gaze
Where we can hide, retreat and rejuvenate.
Where we can shout, roar, giggle and wiggle
Be a dumb-head who fails to solve even a simple riddle
Without being conscious, like clown dwarfs,
Of those watchful eyes of hunter sharks
Yup, all of us need love, care and protection
Of that defensive shield which saves us
From the maddening, gaggling, narcissistic rush
The egoistic selfish materialistic slush
Underneath which, I can be me and you can be you.
The real ME and the real YOU
The gentle pearl-grey wind entangled my hair a little more
The sparkling moonlit raindrops drenched me and my soul to the core
That ecstatic moment on a sandy shore
I love, I cherish and really adore.
I loved the aroma and loved the touch
The sand melted under my feet as such
But I felt peaceful inside and outside
That beautiful night I really adore
When I walked with him in rain on that sandy shore.