Gloria
She heaves in doubt
The emptiness in her gaze
Lets her hair down
Not full enough
She sighs
Tresses tossed aside
Much like inner beauty
The agony of imperfection
A grand deception
What shapes her?
God or society
Testosterone was
Afterall, a divine idea
Leaving Gloria behind
Searching for a magic mirror
Longing for utopia
In a barren marital land
Her stalker lurking
"Is she crazy?"
Bedazzled beyond repair
Much ado about
Small details
"Picture perfect", he sighs
Love and obsession
A blurry line
Hubby walks in
A heartless peck
The pangs of lovelessness
"Can we have some fries, honey?"
Gloria,the temple
Body or soul, she wonders
Earthly goddess to one
French fry factory to another.
Copyright © Sachin Seshadri | Year Posted 2015
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