The autobiography of a wrinkle


…And you just saw me,
Your nightmare came true.
The first thought in your mind is to hide me from show.
Yet you know, you can hide me but can’t say ‘No’.
For I’m the mark engraved by the chisel of time.
I’m your secret diary, I’m the cane of time.
I’m the last smile to your boyfriend
And the first kiss of your husband.
…And you want to hide me now.
I’m the ugliness of the journey,
Which came as a friend and said, “Hi! I’m life”.
I’m the cry for your turn at the see-saw.
I’m the scarlet wound of your first fall off the cycle.
I’m the sob under the shower with a broken heart
Still trying to heal the hurt of a failed love.
I’m the pain that you took to give birth to a new name.
I’m the sleepless nights in the month end,
With no money and a lot of commitment.
I’m the death of your dear one’s.
I’m the mark of the cane.
…And now you are thinking how to hide me.
I’m the beauty of the journey,
Which came as an enemy and said, ‘Hi! I’m life’.
I’m the first smile that lit up your parents face.
I’m the hearty laugh after winning the cycling race.
I’m the joy of getting drenched in the rain
With the boy you loved in your college day.
I’m the glow on your face when your child took the first step.
I’m the promotion letter of your husband in the month of May.
I’m the family photograph stuck in an album,
Which makes you say, “Those were the days!”
I’m the mark of a genuine smile that showed it’s glimpse once a while.
…And in the journey we learnt life,
Where a friend turned enemy and an enemy stood as a friend.
We grew together. We grew along.
Why look at me in the mirror, I’m your mirror.
I’m as tender as you and you are as stoical as me.
I’m too close to you, so you will see me through other’s eyes.
But can never see me.
For I’m just a wrinkle under your eye, which you will always want to hide.