From her eyes…

I see an image of a young girl. With braided hair and a frock she plays around joyously. I see she has a broad forehead and has dreams of a perfect world. She Is a loving daughter who caretakes her parents well. She is an adorable sister to her brothers and sisters and helps them in their tricks towards the old folk. She is as crazy as you think you might be. Well , she is the youngest in the family and everybody loves her. As a teenager her dreams were to escape the reality of torturous old age. She wanted a prince to woe her and make her his princess . Everybody in the family age, she did too. And she became the wisest of them. When her father was at the stage where memory had given its answer , she did every possible effort to give him a child’s blossom. But alas his days were near and he left the world for better.

A blurr image of happiness comes in between her pupil and eye ball. I can see her playing with her childhood her children. Fighting with her siblings but this time her husband. Being the number one in everything. From helping the kids to get ready for school for her own practice of getting early . And the family is all she has now , two children and a husband.

She closes her eyes now which are weak.Weak to the limit they can’t see the nearest hand on her shoulder. She fears the future. She thinks of it and she dies every moment. She wants a reconcilement but it won’t happen. I am a younger version of her. From her eyes I see a need of happiness. My heart cries at her melancholy. She is afraid of losing another one. Still she struggles to live for the present. I love her. I love her till my end . I love her and from her eyes I see forgiveness that I can’t bear.

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The loner

The diary is incomplete ,pages are free

The words have lost meaning

The light has doomed

The familiar is surreal

I crave to the mankind

Where heart was kind

Now the mind is the gamer

You are my friend

Only if you have power.

Romance and beech

All miserable with the men

Eyes are blind , hearts are dead.

Look at the mother waiting for the child

One dismal and the soul is gone.

Ventroloquising the power of her child,

Mother goes to talking to her heart

She freezes for a moment

I die each and every moment.

I have missed you.- Mother

In the anguish of my fading desires , I have missed you. In the smile of tears , my heart has missed yo . While , I kept longing for you sitting in the corner of the house the walls soaked in my pain , I have missed you. The fire that burnt the whole city in the ashes I have missed you. The wrinkles of the old lady on a strange street remind me of your passionate fingers fingering through my hair , my hair I have missed you. To the splattered ink in the paper which I had genuinely underlined from the bottom , I have missed you. The kohl spread from my eyes to my cheeks , contemplates the advice’s of your bossom, I have missed you. The lump in my heart which has turned into a part , I have missed you. From the infinite number of times I have fallen to ground , the mud on my fabric , I have missed you.

From autumn to summer , to the gloomy winter Mother I have missed you.