Shopaholic

Can you keep a secret?

Of fashion and style

Of luxury and comfort?

I tried to keep one once

In the north east corner of my heart

Wishing everyday

That some prince charming would come

Whisk me away and save me

From my ordinary self

Of cloth bargaining

Wanting very much to say

'Keep the change'

From my rugged dresses

To the famous silk and chiffon dresses

With my skin shining like the diamond itself.

Finally a cloud sweeps me away taking me out to a long way trip

I come across a machine,

Mesmerized by its function –  

Changes paper fashion drawings

To real material

I long to stay there

In the quiet and peace

Where there's no one to notice what I wear

But it's all a third heaven.