Tiny feet in wet sand...

Look up

Look up

Don’t be afraid

We all do

In a different way!

Look up look up

You are so tiny

I am standing on a mountain

Are you still breathing?

Look up look up

Don’t give up

You are still growing

Among ants and reptiles.

Look up Look up

Where are you?

I can’t find

In a crowd of two.

Look up Look up

Don’t be shy

We all love you

But you still need a mic.

Look up Look up

That guy is cute

Can you see his face?

Go read some books.

Look up Look up

Being shorter helps

I lost a pin

Would you find it, please?

Look up Look up

I got a hair cut

Can you still hear me?

Oh! stand on a stool.

Look up Look up

Why hide away in bushes?

Let us sit on a chair

And frame us together.

Don’t be shy

Will photoshop your legs

Make you dance over the wall

Do a catwalk on the ramp.

So what if clothes don’t fit you

You are still charming

Helping us to hide our insecurities

in something you were born with.

So what if you are short

It makes you cute

Just don’t speak

It sounds so rude,

You are pretty

Be like that

A doll in the museum

For everyone else to stare at.

Far away in love

Thousand miles away

Locked in a heart

I write you a letter

From the lost war,

In our quest of desires

We left the only thing

We ever had with us,

Our moments together

Of laughter and sorrow

Our fights over the coloured sky

And, our giggles that lasted until we cried.

658 days and counting more

Not even one day went 

Without remembering you,

The scented candle in our room

Is replaced by white lilies now

To always remind me of our last time

Of the empty bed and the tinted blinds,

The books are kept off the shelf

Near the side lamp that we used

After a long day of suits.

The rain still pour slowly on our doorway

On the muddy roads and leaded windows,

I still drink wine at night sometimes

The other glass is kept on my side,

It’s the hugs that I miss the most

The kiss that I feel a lot

A remembrance of our days together

Everything is kept with me

Beneath this happy face

Maybe, I smile a lot.

The time has changed

And left me misplaced,

Can you come back?

Like, you never left

The distance is not what I hate

The constant struggle is a difficult phase

No rubbing shoulders, nothing to touch

The space I got

Feels a little too much,

Come back and feel my smile

Once again, I want to feel alive.

Thousand miles away

Have you changed?

Your images are blurred

And you whisper a lot,

Come back, you fool

It’s the hour of love

I still wait in the same porch

Looking at you

The way you looked before.

The day I closed my eyes…

I read interviews and mocked the epiphany

I heard them talk on radio too,

There wallowed tales of solitude

Of alcohol and drugs misused.

The mocking couldn’t stop until I saw someone

The man with a straight face and a smile so powerful

I followed his trail of oceanic scent

And entered a dark den of substance

Staying there for hours and hours

And chatting non-stop about the lives of miserable’

My life went smooth, and I stressed more.

He touched me and I felt…. sad

I looked around to breathe happiness.

Your see what you want them to see,

The faces curtained with emotions

Masquerading around you,

Smothering your ears with compliments

Walking past you.

I moved closer to feel the emptiness.

He left without saying a word

Confused, I noticed the curtains’ colour

The same pale blue that I always hated 

And, the walls of my room looked blank.

Days and nights felt the same

I spoke to feel my voice

I hung around with all my friends

What was I thinking? Yet unknown

Why my body shivered, nobody could tell

The day seemed longer, and family distant

My ears tried to listen but I barely heard

The work was good, but my eyes felt wet

The cheeks didn’t know,

Why droplets rolled on them

I was losing something of importance

In the middle of the night I could sense the darkness.

The sky started to close on me

The ground swelled with pride of flesh

A faint smile on my lips

As I looked out of the window

For the last time.