The dazzle, The razzmatazz
Star studded sky, a clear road
Any rider’s feast
I, the little miss no one
A misfit, utterly incongruous
In this show of
Beauty and the beast
Jittery! jumpy!!
seeing this crowded hall
In a world of “Size Matters”
A creature so small
Suddenly pulled in a world of
pricy, dusky and tall
And I feel like going back
To the same parking lot
Where all were same
where all were short
When I was taken
Pinky cried, Cirmson turned her back on me
Violet expressed her outside world fears
I smiled, faked confidence
Carefully wipered my tears
And now I am cruising all alone
Among these powerful peers
Throttling smoke
So much into my flat face
Some ahead flaunting a shaped rear
Some behind commenting on dress i wear
I could overhear
Laura dishing the dirt to Cruze
An air of oomph
Oozing from sun roof
And then the classy Miss Jazz
Stands besides me
As if making fun of me
Making me look small
And I sink in oblivion
Not reaching her shoulders
How I dreamt of ramp walk
May be I am just imagining
May be she is not so mean
But Still
I just want to run away
Moment the light turns green
And as uncle murfy said
Life is not a fair song
Anything that can, will go wrong
Some Mrs. 407, quite old
Couldn’t take the load
Got stuck midway
Enough to stop the play
And that’ was a massive block
All ladies fuming on a jammed road
An hour passed by, still stuck
I see a narrow lane
Still week on knees
dare to test my luck
Amidst high chances of bruising my skin
I decide, I will walk this path so thin
An hour passed by, still stuck
I see a narrow lane
Still week on knees
dare to test my luck
Amidst high chances of bruising my skin
I decide, I will walk this path so thin
And then I make an attempt
I am composed, while heavens wait
Take a slow step
for a detour
Maneouvering a tight contour
for a detour
Maneouvering a tight contour
Narrow escape
And I take my last stepStill keeping my gait
A slow but cofident
Marked with class
Biggie on a road lowers its glass
Perhaps to steal a glance
And before they could believe
I am standing in the front
Classy yet humble
And they honk..
And they honk again
But this time in respect
As if saying well done
Extending a warm welcome
To Sunny, The sunshine yellow
a big hearted small car
I wink and they honk again
Sunny ready to race n rock again !!