Saturday, 17 April 2010
dressed as a kashmiri
the experience in shimla was beautiful.
everyone who goes there dresses up in one of the tribal dresses.
we all did everything that made us happy...
and i felt very happy behaving as a tourist.....
some memories.
my smile...
The smile that you see,
was not easy,
it lay hidden,
in the deep crevices of my soul..
it refused to come out..
my smile was kicked out of my face,
my heart was bruised and dumped
my eyes,had lost its sparkle,
the hurt seemed to go on..
until I learned the magic,
the magic of loving myself..
the magic of letting go....
my smile is now peeping..
timidly,
slowly,
lovingly,
only for those
who promise to
love me forever...
was not easy,
it lay hidden,
in the deep crevices of my soul..
it refused to come out..
my smile was kicked out of my face,
my heart was bruised and dumped
my eyes,had lost its sparkle,
the hurt seemed to go on..
until I learned the magic,
the magic of loving myself..
the magic of letting go....
my smile is now peeping..
timidly,
slowly,
lovingly,
only for those
who promise to
love me forever...
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