By Anila Pillai
Learning from Strands
To be civilised costs high And to be wild adds volume and waves. To remove strangled you cannot take the whole but Bits and sections small, revoke the tangles right. Stress or stretch on any matter will lead to break, Slow and caring touch will make it look Right. Grey shades reveal maturity thought, it reveal, Deficiency of any visible catches early too. However healthy or ruined it may stand All what you should do with matter is at regular intervals, Cut it short! Silky straight or wavy curls Will look good only if you feel it’s pulse. Learn to see happiness or sorrow Life is never still, Will shred and yet new will rise! Foremost! Teaches how important is To care and to maintain peace and positivity. For locks lock the nutrients given in or out, Due to breakage or simple breaks when touched, Split ends too will not make you grow if not mend in time.
An Err to Hear
Heavy was heart Brimming with guilt Unable to speak Threatned stood still. Simple it might look To many, not me! I had secrets hidden with pain Unable to speak, None to share and Feel relieved! Wished an ear to hear my Err, Unable to speak, It ate me from within. Worth a matter I know not Yet I stand craving For an ear to hear That ate me from within. A breeze blew pointing Primrose, Tulips and Adenium In red, pink and shades of the same. Caressing was the look They gave Poured my heart and Err They heard me well And I cared them dwell!