srishtigoyal
the feeling of looking up and seeing her face.
to see the colours of the toys that hang.
to know that she will check on me again.
to not knowing that i will miss the security of these bars again
to think of the pillow i rested my head on.
I miss my crib and more than that i miss the joy of seeing her face looking down on me
they go round..
they remind me of the playground
they tell me that life is a circle.
they roll down the road...
they make my car move...
and then there are times when they just go flat..
and it is then that i feel that the ride that life is
has come to an end or there is a hurdle and there is no mechanic anywhere in sight
it rained...
it rained and made me happy
it rained as i walked back
why did it make me happy?
no one would know i was crying..
the rain....the downpour....
it let me cry..like i had not in a long time.
life had left me and gone ahead
i was left
but atleast it rained.
someone else was crying with me...for me
its the combination of things...
you did not ask me to change
but i did
i did not want to change but i did...
you then left me...
and then here i was
changed...
i did not know who i was
there was so much time that i spent with you
i did not know what to do with it all
i had changed
i missed the old me..
but here i was.
lost
and well you left me.
i did for me
to be happy
it was a combination of things
and i did not know that you would leave me
but you left
and i had changed.
there is a lot that i am told to sacrifice...
sometimes because i am old enough now..
sometimes because i am a girl
sometimes for my family...
sometimes for my friends...
sacrifice...it makes me a better person
it makes me resent the people i should love
sacrifice....
stop asking me to..
i will when i want to and i really want to
sacrifice....
has cut my wings
and now i have lost my will to fly
sacrifice..
it is never enough
the ship came...
the sailors saw a new land where they could fulfil their dreams..
the local persons saw a new hope for dreams...
they wanted to come...
they wanted to go....
why is that we go from one port to the other
what is it that we are looking for?
why are we not happy at the 'port' where we are?
they all came to celebrate...
celebrate the end of an era..
he will be remembered not only for what he did for others...
but what he was...
they came to celebrate..
they came to celebrate hi death.
It was a life well lived...
It was a life...
they came to Celebrate
they came to celebrate my death.
she sat there...
thinking of how distinguished that man looked
the white hair around hid temples
the wrinkles around his eyes...
would she learn as she grew old or would she just wither away
would life teach her to be or teach her not to be
should she wait to get old
or should she hope she does not get old at all..
should she hope for a long life or should she hope for none at all?
its been long since i went to one..
they say i should not go..
they say i have been clean for 4 months...
how do i tell them i miss the high
how do i tell them being clean makes me feel dirty
how do i tell them that it them who make me sick
how to i tell them it is to get away from them that i need to drink...
how do i tell them that being clean is infact the worst feeling that there is..
how do i tell them i want to loose control cause well that is the only way to control my life
slat and pepper.
it tickles when he walks in
there is a smile on my face
i see him every day
he ask for his coffee smiles and goes
i see him every day
i can't help but smile
but then i can't ask him
"how are you today"
salt and pepper.
i wait for him and then i smile
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