Quit?

                

                                                                Questions asked

                                                                Unanswered & left

                                                                Induced anxiety

                                                                Triggered Death wish in me.. 

                                                                             

Prayer

 

  A silent prayer,of a homeless child

  Looking at iron gates,and wishing to be inside

  No toys, no clothes and not even sweets

  That’s not what she wants and her heart needs

  She wants to hold pencil in her hand

  She wants to write on paper not on sand

  She wants uniform and sing a Morning Prayer

  She wants to play in the ground and be a team player

  Though she lives on the streets and begs for food

  All alone, she struggles, to earn her livelihood

  Yet, those small hands are wishing to reach sky

  Nothing matters when you aim high

  Simple wish to learn and to get educated

  Without any objection let it be granted

So....

His words were emollient

For my battered heart

It was derelict

From people’s bogus love

And vulpine support

My plethora of trust for them

Made this pain inevitable

So I cried, So I cried

Yet, I couldn’t kiss life goodbye

Cause I believed in good things

And in my good deeds ,

So I waited, So I waited

For my angel to come

And to heal my pain

And give me a reason to smile

And to sustain…

As he entered in my life

He revived my heart

With his benevolence

And unconditional love

So I laughed, So I laughed

Again….

Me

I stopped writing
I really don’t know why
Did I forget to weave words?
Or my emotions went dry?
So, without words I lived for a while
I didn’t liked it, I was sad, mad and rile
I kept on telling myself I can’t write
I left my ink, pen and paper out of sight
For time being I felt fine
I went out for dance and to dine
Yet, there was void in my soul
I was together but not whole
I heard my heart and its simple plea
That something was missing inside me
I looked for an answer or little clue
To find out, what I need to see through
And it suddenly dawn on me
That I have to write , to just be me….