When you become your own muse

That moment,

when you look in the mirror

and feel like tucking that stray hair properly,

when you run the kohl

on the lower eye line,

smooth, smoky, a little smudged too,

when you feel

like matching all your accessories right

and looking perfect,

when you want

the mirror to smile back at you

and say “Hello beautiful ! “

Because you are in love,

not the cliché romanticism,

but smitten,

by the sheer beauty of life,

the adventures of journey

and endeavours for reaching happy horizons.

For a blind date with life,

part dressed,

I look up in the mirror

and smile at that girl,

with curls let loose and

painted lips puckered up,

ready to kiss her partner.