"Arnold Palmer"

Sometimes,I feel that the bits of confetti flying on the streets
 are freer than me,only the aftermath of celebration,
                    they wander aimlessly.
And even if it's only for 52 seconds,with its breathtaking beats,
a song can leave you goose bumps,and for that moment freeze unity.
As we sat there,our thoughts scattered like a sea,

because we found a park bench that fit us perfectly,

I really began to see,what it was to be set free-
Like the little children collecting stray peacock feathers,
like the peacock,itself,serenading the skies,
like the strings of glossy flags waving on streets,
like the downcast clouds that can pour relentlessly.

Freedom feels like a third dimension of its own,
made up of Saturday nights and comforting silences,
Of exploring stories and childhood tragedies,
Words are but an excuse for the sake of
How much love one can hold out.

As our smiles caught the sun,squat in between
the path that curved endlessly-
Sunlit corners inviting our paths to merge,
The light at the end of a tunnel.
In that mirage of an afternoon,we were free,we were free-

Never did I know this is how it would feel.

                                                               

Phenomenal

Marilyn Monroe,they say,was a size sixteen,
a number only contributes so much to an identity,
but talking of filling out life's curves and crevices,
there is only so much shame as we allow,
and so much love as we embrace our embodiment of  beauty.

Neither the cheekbones are shallow,nor the collar line,
 Beauty can be beyond the line of sight,
Skindeep was never a scale to measure it,anyway.
Full thighs and muffin top tummies are not insults,
they are claims of self love,of the shape it takes.

The curve of calves might be sensual to some,
just as much as hair that has a life of it's own,
and the slope of  a meandering torso's edges
Hips that could make a room for one,
True charm lies in words that try to hurt none.

A pretty child probably declared that looks din't matter,
They do so,but an apetite for growth is
that which weighs it out,way out of proportion.
An intuition and some wit,teamed with compassion,
is sex appeal enough to covet outside of convention.