the messy bun

The Messy Bun.

We live several lives in our one life.
Each one is layered and contradictory to the another.
Why so?

When we are so flawless in one,
Why do we falter in another?
We ace our vocation with exemplary precision.
Going from strength to strength from project to project.
Giving immaculate presentation.
Putting an effort which is beyond ourselves.

Quite different than our work,
Our self gets a beating...
Messy grey hair.
Unkempt us.
Scratchy stretch marks.
Wobbly derma.
A moustached chin.
We quite comfortably bid adieu to femme fatale...

On other hand, we drive our work to perfection.
Spirit of team/squad alive and kicking..
We bend backwards for a patronage.

Why cant we adhere to the same personally.
Our gender gets neutralized in our quest for equalizing it..

We need to conserve and preserve our uniqueness.
But between the two personas,
We let our identities fluid and yet not let them merge..
Personal bonds become proprietary managing to suffocate us.
We just try to navigate through life.

Its time to mix our personalities in all areas of life.
Maybe success wont allude us in one and embrace in another.
In an era of living unapologetically, lets instead say our good byes to myopic views...

Time to glory in our crappy self.
Rays of our ombres shinning bright.
Sprinting towards the unthinkable.
Acknowledging the mood swings.
Defrosting from the transitory zone..
Lets pull the trigger.

Like our thick mane of tresses..
Lets ve a mind of our unique us.
When we see a woman so klutzy..
Lets applaud her.
Messier is the bun.
When sorted is our being.

Dancing to the random fun.
Welcome to my world of my messy bun.....

Purvi k