A rhyme a day to keep my blues at bay

(Image source) Show me a girl who doesn't love long hair Stylish braids hesitates to wear Insists sporting a short mane is chic And believes the whole fuss about lovely long hair is simply a marketing trick I've been one of them since time immemorial Spilt ends and me have a constant tussle. Every time my hair would grow a little The rough ends ensured the hairdressers snip to get rid of the prickle Whenever  in school we had best braid competition I'd shy away and cry coz having short hair I was always left out of the action!  No amount of oiling or any other thing Seemed to want my broken heart to mend For beautiful hair is a girls best accessory Of which I'd always been deprived of mercilessly I've  always hated pretending to be content with wearing my hair short  While others flaunted beautiful braids , with envy I could only watch! Come college and the stres

(Image source) Insomnia insomnia my best friend! Will my tryst with you ever end? When will I ever be at complete peace, Is sleep really over -rated? Something I don't believe in at least! So what is it that keeps me awake Snatches my sleep and makes my head ache Why do I always need to count sheep Why can't I dose off and dream of wonderful things for keeps If its not  anymore a broken heart Is it an unfulfilled wish that keeps me from sleep apart Or maybe its  some sort of stress Oh ,why does my life only have to be a mess!! Can there ever be a permanent cure? As if eternal happiness ever endures!!