Category: Poetry

It was as much blue as much it was green
It first kissed her lips, When she turned a teen..!
With stick turquoise, she shared a great bond
She was no Hermoine, but it was her magic wand..!

Staying in her bag and at times in denim pockets
It knew her joys and those buried secrets..!
Cheeks, goblets and on few lips – she’d left its stain
Few remained beloved and many turned disdain.!

Quivering of her lips, her lust, angst and agony
It hid them all across seasons – hot, cold and rainy..!
It wasn’t just her decor, it was her masking veil
Sometimes strong and sometimes frail…!

What lied beneath the turquoise lipstick, no one knew!
It was a weird color – Few found it glitzy and many just sneered.!
It’s a weird color that lived a mysterious life with her
Gleaming when she smiled and smiling when she cried.!

-chan