Glitter ...

Behind the golden doors,
Beneath the silver sheets…
She yearned for normal floors
With real food and sweets.

Alas, she needed to maintain
That glass-hour figure.
So she took the diet-routine
And asked her fans to go-figure.

She still waited for that man
Who would take her to the sands.
But she had to come back to that man
Who shredded her to strands.

She craved for some real sleep,
He asked her to get it when she dies.
She craved for a real life,
He always forced her to fake smiles.

She closed her eyes and saw those struggling years,
Those were the times, when she shared a cup and tears.
The small-town girl who wanted to make it big.
And was ready to do even the biggest jig.
She found this cute guy,
Who took her to the beach.
And with his company,
She could not think of breach.

Life did take a turn,
When she sang and pranced in a bash.
She was given this huge break,
By the biggest producer with a splash.
She had to choose between the two,
Either the beach and roses or The bed of roses.
The bed of roses was what she chose,
Not knowing it was full of thorns.
Now she bites her lip in vain,
Not knowing as to how to toss.

She earns all day and night,
As the heart-throb of millions.
She weeps all day and night,
About the wasted bank millions.
She still dreams of those laughs along the spate.
Now all that she has is to laugh at her own fate.

Glitter and gloss are nice from far.
She only hoped she hadn’t gone this far.
The only hope she got is through her songs and album.
To let her stay alive even after her body ceases to hum.
All that glitters isn’t gold.
It would sink in someday, before she grows too old.