As I look back in life I realized how I was entrapped in illusions and trivia. What a fool I’d been!

As I look back in life
I realized how I was entrapped in illusions and trivia.
What a fool I’d been!
To let numbers dominate my being
Thankfully I’m now happy 
in my own skin!

Measure life, not by the miles covered
But by the hearts 
where you have love showered
Life need not always be quantitative
But can be extremely qualitative.

Weight,
beauty,
height,
proportions,
don’t live your life,
in a constant struggle,
to be, 36-24-36
Focus on on your goals,
beautify your souls

’36-24-36′
Milestones to attain
Making of the perfect me
My vanity to maintain
Oh !!!
My heart cries in anguish…
My hungry Soul in torment..
But
as
The flashbulbs strike
The poise is back
The Smile a perfect score

Captured by inches 
we measure life and beauty through 
milestones visible to the naked eye. 
When we should rather measure 
by character and lives reached.

It’s in your hands 
how you measure up

If you measure your life, 
your worth, and yourself by numbers 
you will always be trapped by them; 
captive and never free.

The more I try to measure life, 
the more entangled I become.

The only measurement that matters 
is the size of your heart