The Perfume Girl

The perfume shop in the busy mall,
bottled the scent of the cosmos,
flanked by a girl who wore a forged smile.

Lips clipped apart, under a straight sharp nose,
the lush black curly hair falling on her shoulders,
her adoring eyes, burdened by cosmetic dust.

cheeks dimpled, with talks dipped in style,
her dress of elegance, her smart moves,
The fragrance around her invited a little more closer.

sometimes Angel, sometimes Envy, she wore
and at times the Black Orchid in contrast to the Rose
Euphoria, Alien, Eternity and Organza all the shades of falsehood!

but the closer one went, the fragrance,
meagered in to a whole of stench,
her real self shouting to be heard.

for the lipstick hid her truthful smile,
the talks she talked was not her style,
the emotions behind the lustrous eyes awaited the daylight.

she called it a day with the false mask, washed off
and a fresh fragrance beckoned
and the true self unveiled...

colored in faint pink, her lips were again.
her talks, sugared by unconditional giggles.
the sweetness of her true self filled the noisy rooms.

more glorious than anything
more exotic than ever
basking in the her own aroma, she walked towards the exit.