Make-up is my kinda therapy. It could be yours too!

The mantra for good make-up is “Highlight your natural assets”

Sounds wise.

Make-up gurus would tell you to always draw attention away from your flaws and add more Oomph to your best features. Basically, spend maximum time on your plus points to make them stand out even more.

Eh?!

I know some of you are thinking, “But shouldn’t I pay attention to my flaws?  I spend most of my time covering up my nasty pores…which is some heavy work”     Sigh…

Hmmm…a common belief. Well, that’s one way to look at it. But think about this :

You can’t really change those small eyes that you were born with. Or do anything about those protruding ears.

So I asked myself, is it wise spending all those frigging hours trying to correct the ‘flawed features’ and getting nowhere?

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My detanning Routine

Who doesn’t despise those horrible tan lines? And when you are from India it’s not just the summer that you have to be worried about 😦 Sighhhhh

But I did come up with a simple routine for removing tan. Read on to know how…

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Trapped…

Here’s another one of my dark poems…

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Caught up in a whirl of disoriented thoughts
This convoluted Mind
Like a hundred different shots
People that hurt from behind

I fear to shed a single tear
Whence lonely
It is only I who knows dear
That I live a life of phoney

Why did I murder myself ?
That I do a favor for others…
It is a dead heart I carry
And a mind that’s constantly angry

I am lost in the cacophonic psyche
Mind over heart and mind over physique
Where is the passion in life?
Where is the Life in life?

A Metaphor to My Mind

This was a poem that I wrote sometime in April 2011. It is a take on what goes on inside my mind,my soul.

When gloom surges
$he riseth in full blood-lust fervor
Days of fury never abate

Heart’s a dead animal now
eyes aflame with rage
neurons thrusting on the cage
senses seethe forward
pleading an order of extrication

Unleashed , untamed , uncouth
$he who seeks spiteful vengeance

Suddenly…

A zippy self takes over
turning frail and vulnerable(on intent)
Peals of laughter reveal
lightening up the ambience

When gaiety glows
$he lies torpid
holding on to a thread-suspicion
still blazing,watchful eyes

Yet once more
night shall fall.

Such is a balance
Such is a control
But never a foul mind
set a step ahead the Good soul.