In love With My Life

My hair remain tangled ,

permanently in a messy bun.

Can’t recall the last time,

 they felt a comb run.

It’s crazy being me, 

ask my untamed locks.

Still in love with my life ,

It rocks.

My clothes remain unironed,

Piled up high in the ignored almirah.

Some old tops and a few faded lowers, 

Have become the dress of the season.

It’s maddening being me, 

Ask my designer dress.

Still in love with my life,

So what if it’s all mess.

My book lies unopened,

glaring at me, right next to my bed.

Cartoons, patterns and tracing,

Have become my latest interests.

It’s insane being me,

Ask the closed books and coffee mugs.

Still in love with my life,

Because of my cherubs.

I pull my hair numerous times a day, 

I shout and scream and then we play.

In between all the chaos, 

Their smiles shine like rays.

Still in love with my life,

Wouldn’t have it ,

Any other way.