Dear Ma,

You gave me your blood,

And nourished me.

Loved the world outside through you.

Loved the music, the fragrance,

The tastes, which you loved.

I loved you so much then,

Still loving you.

My heart started to beat-

In rhythm with yours.

The dampness of your tears-

Burnt my reedy heart.

Then you decided to stop mine.

Yours still beats.

But not for me.

Dreamed about the long vistas-

Of a beautiful life.

But you...

Shut the door:

Before this pistillate flower:

This female imp.

But why??

Lovingly

Your unborn daughter.

Came with a magic wand,

He made her under his spell.

She entered a new world,

Lost her in the picturesque.

Dreams were floated like clouds,

Fireflies seemed stars to her.

Soon, he played another trick,

And she returned from those fantasies.

It scared her a little,

The colors got faded.

With the brush of realities,

Her dreams got painted-

in a new canvas called life.

Those pictures had more life than her.

She simulated those images;

Which never reflected her.

Tried to erase those;

But it were forevermore.

She waited for another magic,

But it was too late.

The magician bid goodbye to her.

And he was called time.

Unsaid sorrow pierces like thorns.

Tears made scratches in the heart.

Those made the heart to bleed more.

why it's not withering?

Failed to decipher the emotions.

It conveyed vainness.......

Relations...

Getting deep into those-

Makes me feel the hollowness.

Kept a light for those;

But in vain.

More stumpy blackness surrounded.

About to hold those hands;

Soon the unfathomable depth-

Held me tightly.

Subtle voice made my solace.

Looked around;

And found the self there.

A blaze leads my way.

Somebody said " it's your soul";

But i doubted...