my mind baffles me
when
I think of my dad
and curse the gods
for taking him away so soon
and
my usual merciful self
refuses to be forgiving
for
those very gods have allowed
many to live
beyond their years
throughout the day
I need
the company of others
but
when night falls
I retire to my room
alone
with my thoughts
and my laptop
to create
a make-believe world
with my words
only for me
and
when the day dawns
I return to my people
for helping me
to make it through the day…
… till the night falls
my hand wavers
on the keyboard
as
I aspire
to write
a pathbreaking poem
but
poetry
is my diary
and
I would always
pen my thoughts
the way i think them
Ah !
how I relish
the silence between us
that speaks
a thousand words
I may have aged
but
in my heart
I will always be
a young girl
you loved me
but
not the way
I envisioned
go, leave
make a life for yourself
live dream achieve
say those words to the world
thanking us
your parents …
…visit the home
when we are old or gone
tell all
we meant the world to you
but
no one will know
how each minute of our lives
we missed
you being with us
