SHE BLOGS IN BEAUTY 

 

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June, 2017

Scattered Sentences

She blogs in beauty.

Illustrated by Swati Singh

She blogs in beauty- 

While blue light,  

illuminates her screen and face. 

Her soul, hid, yet 

Her fingers bright, 

Tapping the endless app displays. 

 

She blogs in beauty,  

Talks in rhyme, 

She’s kind of crazy, you could say.  

Artsy and a little strange –  

In a point and shoot, and  

Psycho way.  

She blogs in beauty, 

Of blue light. 

Of verseless rhymes on strangers’ eyes. 

In satire, of social norms 

On how to fight, 

A “farrago” of lies.  

 

 

She blogs in beauty, 

(Ain’t that right?) 

Logging in to snap and say: 

“I‘ll filter the bad, 

Make darkness light,  

And show you each step,  

As I make my way.” 

 

She blogs in beauty, 

Each lonely night, 

As her search engine hums away:

A life off kilter – 

More black, than white,

With a chroma filter

Making you think,

“It’ll be alright. 

It’s all okay.”

 

She blogs in beauty, 

Oft, despite, 

The fact that it’s a shallow bay. 

And words that fit the meter right, 

Leave out so much more to say.  

Swati Singh

Swati Singh

Scattered Sentences

 

Some people are like assortments within themselves. Swati Singh is one of those people. Caught between precision and presentation, she is often found either striking a fine balance between the two, or attempting to hibernate under a rock. She is a blogger who rarely blogs, an artist who hardly draws and a debater who attempts to wriggle out of most arguments. For the most part , her talents lie dormant as she procrastinates with a single minded lack of determination shared only by her cat, but in her rare moments of clarity, she is likely to impress you with her fierce speeches, witty comebacks and her commendable ability to quote Emily Dickinson and text entirely in rhyme.

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