Keep smiling Parvathy

Not the worst day I guess 

I wish I liked tea..

If I did, I would've had a couple cups already 

It's hard finding your own place in the society.

A society where the eye of the other is always haunting you.

Actually in my entire life,

I got accustomed to being called Sethu

But suddenly a whole bunch of new people came into my life and started calling me Parvathy.

Almost like a new identity 

A new extract of my persona I guess 

But I'm not very fond of her.

Parvathy is mature, she enjoys solitude.

She's submissive in her relationships.

She never fights back, 

Parvathy leaves in silence,

She lets go of the people that hurt her.

But Sethu chased them

She was exuberant, fierce and extravagant 

Her superiority complex guided her

She had no trace of angelic dust in her

Pure malevolence.

That's it I am dual.

I am ambivalent, I am not a distinct person.

The same thing that made me cry yesterday 

Would make me giggle today

I actually wanted blueberry cheesecake for valentine's day.

But I forgot about it and had American Chopsey.

Now I despise it.

Actually why did I even like Chopsey?

It's disgustingly sweet, unexciting and dull.

I hate it because I didn't get to ravish 

My cheesecake today.

I hate valentine's day.

I want a Cheesecake day..

A blueberry cheesecake day.

About the title of this blog:

Yesterday a muscular guy in my gym came to me 

And asked me to give some of my energy to him.

I couldn't understand because I was choking on thin air after my biceps curls. (I guess)

Later he clarified to me that

I am always smiley smiley (I guess he loves it).

He said he wanted that type of energy from me.

And said "keep smiling Parvathy"

Thus I will.