Faded Mascara

By Ayushi Chandra

He stares at himself in the mirror But a woman stares back surprisingly He keeps gazing at himself Beautiful brown eyes lush red lips brimming with life. Who is that woman in the mirror? Two souls in one body Intertwined by masculinity But held togather by his feminine grace

Is it a shame to be an androgynous male In a society who doesn't want to hear your tale His soul dances to the rhythm of her A mysterious women born in his body With seductive grace she commands him and sways his fingers caressing gently a time born anger in his chest, like a red and white rose, his fears bloom in a disguise, underneath the paper thorns those eyes linger like a faded mascara. He is no more ashamed or confused as acceptance is only a beautiful truth.

By Ayushi Chandra