Rock, Paper and Scissors

By S.Alagulakshmi

Living a reclusive life,

where I see my vibrant friends with their watercolour wives,

prompting me to feel amazed at their psyched life.

Hoping for the one to step in,

and make me happy till the brim.

Waiting for her all alone,

like a clown,

as my shades turn rusty brown,

losing the charm of my classic crown,

leaving me in a frown.

Waving in the cold night breeze,

I see you with a surprised glance.

Waiting for a chance,

to grab you for a dance.

My page pitied,

witnessing you in a pair,

brought by your Rock dad,

pretending not to care,

since that was not fair.

Wavering with the enveloped dreams,

as the cold breeze makes me crease.

Where I bow to you to snip me into a beautiful art,

before I hit rock bottom. 

By S.Alagulakshmi