By Vedashree B N
I want to live a life that can be written in a Haiku.
Sorry, this isn't a poem,
but-
just putting it out there.
But I won't stop there.
I make it longer, wider
With pseudo needles and
airy threads
I stitch life, a long piece of fabric.
I struggle, finding vibrant colours.
For patterns. For prints. For texture.
For others to look.
If we wore for ourselves,
we had to roam around,
with mirrors in front, facing us.
But instead, we see ourselves,
merely reflecting from their eye mirrors.
We long to be seen.
We make it longer,
we walk around with tinted mirrors,
we make it longer,
we make it longer,
Like I have done with this short Haiku with long legs.
By Vedashree B N
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