She was a nightmare dressed like daydream, Amidst the chaos, she was a soothing stream. Everytime she stepped out she left everyone in amaze, The world had no other option but to gaze. But she was a mystery of emotions, Her eyes sparkled like a glittering ocean But her red lipstick wove a story of its own, The seeds of love that in heart were sown. But the day she put her red lipstick off, The eyebrows raised, there were coughs. The eyes questioned the absence of redness on her lips, People wanted to feed her some happiness tips. But little did people knew the connection, The red lipstick and her swaying emotions It had a connection with her heart, The love of her life had torn her apart The happiness of red thus conflicted her thoughts, She was bewildered by many ‘ifs’ and ‘whats’. So people now were accustomed to her plain look, Without the idea that her world was shook. And one day the wind took the diversion route, The patience and the wait had finally yielded its true fruit. The heartbeat had risen again, The reason was a guy who had become her main. His love was her greatest high, She wanted to propagate this feeling without any shy. The next day, with a gentle hair flick, She took everyone with surprise as she was back with her red lipstick. #NojotoQuote The Red Lipstick
