Inside those close doors…

Inside those close doors…

 

Sleeping like a small baby,

After keeping the room, all shabby.

Random books & rotten movies,

While ‘Doing nothing’ is such bliss.

Smelling my underarms,

Posing ‘Titanic’ with open arms.

Inside those close doors…

Coming towel less from shower,

Wearing bra at night, oh! Never.

Guftagoo with that mirror,

Pulling expressions so fervor.

From Mujra to hip-hop, I dance.

And dream of a man, all romance.

Inside those close doors…

I even pose in bikini,

Shy, my eyes turn tiny.

A pen acting as cigarette,

Makes me ‘Revolver Rani’, the great.

Plucking hairs from my chin,

After eating garbage, size queen.

Inside those close doors…

Doodling on the paper,

Collecting 'Dairymilk's wrapper.

Singing with all my voice,

Then turning Deepika. My Choice.

Who says close doors aren’t Fun?

If only you know when to open them,

When to close them,

And when them to, shun… 

                                             ----Janvi Sonaiya