Sixteen

The song ‘Sixteen’ by Natania featuring Mickey McCleary and Medha Sahi inspired me to write this poem. It’s from this awesome series called ‘Four More Shots’ which is a desi version of Sex and the City. Maria and I like to binge-watch an entire season when we catch up. It’s ‘our’ thing. Babe, I’ve got to stop obsessing over you. Too many songs dedicated to you. LOL, @Maria;)

Anyway, like all my music-inspired poems, I suggest playing the song{which I have embedded below for your convenience} as you read; it truly elevates the experience!

Sixteen – poem by Ruelha

You make me feel like everyday's my birthday
When I'm with you, I feel special in every way
The way you play with my hand, I feel butterflies
I like the way you gaze endlessly into my eyes
You take me back to when I was sixteen
You make me feel like a beauty queen

For no reason when you tell me that I'm awesome
You make me feel encouraged, so I blossom
You make me feel like I can fly
And when I'm grown up, I'll touch the sky
You make me feel like I'm sixteen
When crushes were innocent and intentions were clean

You make me feel like a girl in Bombay
You make me feel like it's still yesterday
I like to see your name flashing on my phone
I finally have someone I can call my own
You make me feel like I'm sixteen
Wearing my blue college jeans

The songs you sing are in my head
I dream of you when I'm in my bed
I like the taste of your lips
I want to give you another kiss
Just like when I was sixteen
A mere peck would be considered obscene

The way you caress my hand, so delicately
Like a porcelain doll, you handle me gently
I like the way you treat me
You make me feel precious and pretty
With you I feel like I'm still sixteen
And the years after that were nothing but a dream

I look around, and all the adults seem depressed
But, together you and me, we're not stressed
Like giddy-headed teengers with no responsibility
You make me feel the freedom of endless possibilities
You make me feel like I'm sixteen
When I could choose from prospects umpteen

My heart's been hardened, but you made it crack
I'm still so scared to venture with you, coz I like it intact
With you, it's not about chores and duty
I don't feel the burden of those responsibilities
With you, I feel like I'm still sixteen
Enjoying the loud music around, but my soul's serene

You give me the space to discover me
And the freedom to own myself and just be
The way you treat me, with so much respect
And the way you make me feel like I'm perfect
You make me feel like a teenager who's sixteen
Who hasn't discovered herself and has no fixed routine

Like everyday's my birthday
Like I'm young and pretty and it's just a school day
Back to sixteen
With high levels of dopamine
I feel like I'm sixteen
You make me feel sixteen!
- RUELHA
www.ruelha.com
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Disclaimer: This poem is purely literary. Please read it with an open mind and out of respect for the written word. To me, writing is my life. There is nothing I love more. I have a very creative imagination. Most of my poems do not hint at my life/situation. Kindly refrain from drawing such parallels. Much of what I write is purely fictional. Situations and examples may be hypothetical. I have always written about topics I am passionate about – Christianity, makeup, melancholic poetry, food, romance, women’s issues, soulful music, narratives, etc. Given the circumstances, my gender, situation, geography, etc., I feel the need to put up a disclaimer! Everyone is entitled to an opinion. But, please don’t interpret this poem in a disrespectful manner. Please extend me the grace of excusing typos if you notice any. I seldom ever edit due to time constraints. My written material may have references to various substances, none of which I promote. My writings contain material that may be unsuitable for children.

I love this program. I identify most with the one on the extreme left. And her clothes and styling are super sexy too. I’d love to be the one on the extreme right though!

2 Comments

  1. Oh My Lord Dear Rue Dance Never Ages

    Sweet Sixteen Soul Forevermore Now at

    95 All Ya Have to Do Is Keep Dancing

    With Your Best FRiEnD Forever
    Maria Keep SMiLinG Keep

    Sweet Sixteen SMiLinG

    ThiS Way At Even 101

    For It’s True When Play

    Meets Naked Joy Enough

    Whole Complete All that’s

    Left is A Smile to Tale the Story

    of Life No Lies Just Smiles Smiles Smiles
    Dance Dance Dance Dance Dance All Night

    LonG As Day

    Becomes

    The Flavor

    of Sunshine

    Moons Fuller Nights Longest

    And Shortest Days to Celebrate

    A Play of Dance Brunette Gray
    Ebony Brown Blue Green Blonde

    Tan or Just

    All White

    Coloring

    Brown More

    Alive Dance Understands

    No Labels or Categories Now

    Just Play With No Instructions

    Just Be The Feather Who Holds

    Up Wind and Rivers Creating

    Free Banks For All

    To See As

    Dance

    Flows A River
    Wave Water Ocean Whole Play

    SMiLes SMiLes SMiLes Dance Dance

    Dance Dance JusT JoY Play More No

    Aging No Aging Just Loving LiFE NoW

    Wash Rinse Dry No Need Just Dance Repeat

    Dance Dance Dance Dance Dance Dance ReFRaiNS

    All Night

    Long

    Short

    or Long

    Life Breathes
    Free As Dance Makes Song Please

    Keep Letting The Dance Make The Song

    Play More Just Never Ending PlaY iN JoY

    Hmm Loving Go to the Place With No Words

    Just Dance Dance Dance Dance Dance Dance

    Dance Dance Dance Just Dance Just Dance A Little more…

    SMiLe

    SMiLe
    SMiLe
    Dance Dance Dance
    Hmm… And if Ya Don’t Play
    A Fiddle Just Hum ALong With me…

    SMiLes At 16 my Mother Just Moved Us
    Into A New Home With A Detached Garage
    And Overhanging Porch Toward The Back of the
    Yard A Huge Oak Lit Up at Night With Lights Above

    my Idea of Love Was A Hanging Swing on that Porch

    Just Holding Hands Under the Great Lit Oak With Warm SMiLes…

    Strange When

    We aRe ALL Alone

    Now We May Not Ask

    For More Than Holding

    Warm Hands in the Cold

    Really Though It’s Simply
    Being Human At Any Age to me…

    A SMiLe or A Dance A Hug And Holding Hands the Same…

    True That WaS A Dream At 16 Two Years From Fruition

    True Dream

    Dream

    Dream

    LoVE Dreams

    Dreaming Fruitions Dance Come Free God Yes

    So Do Sing Sing Sing Singing SMiLes So ALiVE..:)

    Like

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