A place where I was born
with a tiny form
Crying, playing, running along
every sight holding a mute song
The lap of my mom had
the stains of my endless cries
the arms of my dad
that threw me up to the skies
then catch me back in them
from falling on the ground
My precious places of all time
where I was safe and sound
The corridor of my smiles brittle
where I raced everytime
The washing water having little
foam that I blew away in a rhyme
The saree fall of my mommy
which was my hideout secret
When dad comes running after me
With a squeal I hide like a cricket
The balcony, my favourite spot
where would the stars peep from
mom comes with food in a pot
feeds me singing "Mr.Moon, please come"
The stairs wooden, hard and tough
which I ascend n descend like a flower
when my sis after me runs with a huff
then my brother little laughs&rolls over
The secret desserts dad feeds me
hiding from mom and her "Don'ts"
Grandpa taking side of dad and me
when granny comes by and scolds
All the memories of the tiny me
That I'll cherish the whole life long
Every path travelling I see
them flashing in my eyes like a song
A day comes with a stranger along
He calls himself the groom of the time
Taking me to his place new overdrawn
away from my home as if his, I am
How it pricks leaving my parents
Forever for someone whom I knew not
yet I must be fine tying his blunts
and him on the whole as mine in a knot
Tears dripping one by one
fighting my heart for a reason to stop
Every drop hot like a bullet from gun
All because I'm wedded at the top
My Mom dad sister n brother younger
In the new place with feelings mixed as batter
Granny&pa too,will I find them no longer
It's fate or destiny just doesn't matter
Shadows of them turning me grim
memories of them making me cry
I wonder if i can, with a hope tell him
But I dodge away knowing not why
Time passes in a blink
Kids growing old and new
Then the clock ticks the brink
Saying it's time for them to leave you
Life goes on like a cycle moving forward
Stopping not where I left my "once upon a me" in a hive
for a stranger who's mine then onward
All because I'm a girl and meant to tide like a wave... !
YOU ARE READING
The Dew in her words
PoetryA book of Poetry of all the splendid emotions of the special little heart of a girl... previously called WRITINGS OF HER
