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Don’t really know where I lost me

The real me...

A Feeling of not being free

My smiles sham, hiding what I am

My actions weak, unknowing what I seek

My words not from heart, an unknown art

My weep I hide, even that being denied

My wishes not told, mind never bold

I keep searching for me

my search others may never see......

Remembering You

Those few hours when I sat beside you

Remembering those moments not few

You held my hands, walking along the streets

Forgetting you will have painful feet

You always bought some toy

So that I play, you watch and enjoy

We often fight and later forget

Your stories many times heard, you talk till I yawn

All my b’days wished, though yours sometimes missed

You take me to the hotel when ain’t hungry  But i knew you were

You never stop waiting at the gate, even if I say I might be late

You stood in that crowded bus, made sure I was seated in that rush

But ‘Achacha’, I can’t believe you’ll

Never call me on my b’day,

Never fight for no reason

Never wait till I sleep

Never talk to me again

And never be alive again......

Her Dream

                                       

That one day will come when her daughter

will see the world without any fear....

the fear of being a girl, the fear of being a women

Her daughter learns, till the day she yearns

Her daughter says No, when she needs to bow

Her desires always being heard, never words being unheard

She wedlock's with the man, who forever thinks 'she can'

She no more cries for what others think why

Her child will fly high till the days say goodbye.....