Just another day for all, as we were out, but suddenly our laugh change to shout.
When a lightning ball Strick the ground, and no body was found.
After that sparkling ball, daily we got to see the shower in our hall.
From the day we never went to school, our pens were replaced with injurious tools.
They made music of our shout, when our nails were ripped out.
Mother once said ” we all kids are the part of God”, then why do we got beaten by metal rods.
We were threatened to be Vitiate, shock’s were given to our genitals until we urinate.
We were sent to sleep deprivation, torture was given to our relations.
Now that I’m slept, everyday I ask the “Supreme being” that, why we wept???
( On the context of children being tortured In Syria civil war)
I was the unborn offspring, crumbled before spring.
You were happy to see the bud, but why a word freeze your blood???
I wish you could have seen me grow strong, before doing the wrong.
Wish I could see the sun, but now my heart is num.
Darkness of my cavern heart, was full of lost hopes.
I walked this half ocean downhearted, hating people for who they are.
Pointing at others bad, without knowing my own place was worst.
As a ray enters through the fissure, naturing the newly born hope in me.
I’m trying to walk this half left ocean loving self, improving my bad and knowing peoples good.
Her brightness is slowly and slowly covering this darkness with the blanket of hope and love.
She was abandoned like a broken leaf by society,
Her soul was always been in anxiety.
she was the released tear from eye, forgotten and lost in sky.
That inauspicious night left her with a long fight,
That night she fought for her pride, and now she is fighting for her right.
She is trying hard to hide herself like a chameleon, but she is abandoned which tree denied to reclaim.
Like a moon can’t stop oceanic tide, she will rise.
She will find a heart, which will gave her rise a new start.
Her lips become more soft then a rose petal and more fresh than a dew drop on every kiss.
I can still feel you within my heartbeats…
On every step she is faking, in the hope that one day she will forget him…but the more she try the more it hurt her.
Photography by me. In my garden #naturelove beauty in everything.
It’s my proud not vanity that i’m standing stong and confident.
She looked up to the lit up sky, to the huge building and row of light.
As she passed by, watching to the children with smile and colourful cloth with delicious sweet.
Their mother were adorning thalli, for the occasion of Diwali.
She ran to the other side of the road, she cleaned the place, put some clothes with hole and covered her soul.
Turn on the only light, gathered some lamp from the trash box and made a God of rocks.
She took the lid and put some jaggery and wish the mother’s frame a very happy Diwali.