Life is a Lipstick

 

Niceness and a broken pot of expectation; the eagle soars high in the sky like a poet’s thought.

 

The day is never boring. We are boring and therefore the day seems boring to us. Boiled sweet potatoes bring memories of the house in the village. The parakeet screeches as if to say set me free. Is the bird caged or are we?

 

The moth perched on the wall is oblivious to the fear it is generating in me. Nothing works when rationalization is on a holiday. We have plenty of choices, number of opportunities, everyday; but we prefer to look elsewhere. When the mountain caves in, the ambition explodes.

 

Life is a lipstick. Whenever you need colour, apply it. Whenever you want to change colour, change it. And when you don’t want any colours, don’t use it. Every moment of our life can be golden if we want it to be. We are the director, producer, story writer, and actor of the movie called our life.

 

The night is splendid and so also the call of the cricket - or is it my imagination?. The moth drones drowsily, flutters its wings wearily, then falls silent. 

 

In the compound of my imagination, life dances with maroon lipstick.

-NZ
11.11.2019
BN: 185

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