Mumma!

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There I was sitting in the garden,
Because, chirping sounds were my love,
Birds, my family.
Animals, I knew none,
Puffy was my universe for dogs were my life.

There I was sitting in the noshery,
Because, that ambience was my love,
Mojito, my family.
Cocktails, I knew none,
For, food was my universe.

There I was sitting under a tree,
Because, flowers were my love,
Butterflies, my family.
Weeds, I knew none,
For, fruits were my universe.

There I was roaming in the school corridor,
Because, library was my love,
Solitude, my family.
Classes and people, I knew none,
For, dispersal alarm was my universe.

There I was sitting under the night sky,
Because, moon light was my love,
Constellations, my family.
Planets, I knew none,
For, Earth was my universe.

There I was in her womb,
No,no, nothing was my love and no one my family,
World, I knew none.
Her pain, I knew all.
For, the womb was my universe.
For, it was my way to make her start her journey of sacrifices.

And, years later,
Here I am under my own shelter,
Because, mom is my love
She, my family.
People, I know none,
For, she is my universe.

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UntouchedSoul

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Untouched soul she was,
Very young,
Very sensitive.

Pretty face she had,
Heart had scars.

No friends, no acquaintances.

Pretty face she had,
Heart had scars.

Poems were love,
Who knew, she could relate to each?

Pretty face she had,
Heart had scars.

She could not,
She just could not,
Deal with the separation.

For her,
Her parents, believe you me, they were the best couple.
For her,
Her parents, believe you me, were the only sensible people she knew.
Ten, she was then.

“You come with me”
“Mumma, when will I meet dad?”

They proved to be the most insensible ones,
When they both just unanimously answered,
“Maybe, never”

Love was not what her parents showed to her they had,
Love was what she did to them,
For it was for them, that she suffered,
For it was for them, that she could not tell her mom, that dad was equally important.

Untouched soul she was,
Very young,
Very sensitive.

Pretty face she had,
Heart had scars.

How strange this place is?

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How strange this place is?

Homelike sometimes,
Jupiter sometimes.
Familiar sometimes,
Alienated sometimes.

Terra sometimes,
Sky sometimes.
Low sometimes,
Cloud9 sometimes.

Black sometimes,
White sometimes.
Detestable sometimes,
Loveable sometimes.

Carnival sometimes,
Haunted house sometimes.
Excited sometimes,
Petrifying sometimes.

Forever21 sometimes,
Graveyard sometimes.
Crowded sometimes,
Empty sometimes.

How strange this place is?
Impalpable, always.

How strange this place is?
Mine, always?

I lost my universe

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I had no boundaries,
I had no responsibilities.
I was young,
I was innocent.

My life was a fairytale,
And school was a dreamland.
I was young,
I was innocent.
Tom&Jerry could change my mood,
Bad food could spoil my mood.
I was young,
I was innocent.
Where did those days go?
What happened to the fairytales?
No one knew

Because,
I lost her,
I lost my mother,
I lost my universe.
I cried,
I prayed.
I wrote letters to her,
All in vain,
Sigh,
For there are no post offices in heaven.
I lost her,
I lost my mother,
I lost my universe.

I had all boundaries,
I had all responsibilities.
I wasn’t young,
I wasn’t innocent.

I lost her,
I lost my mother,
I lost my universe,
I lost my childhood,
Yes, I lost my innocence too.

Where did those days go?
What happened to the fairy-tales?
No one knew.
No one knew.