Unsaid Dreams

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I once dreamed.
About a beautiful life.
A life that was perfect.
Too perfect to be true.
A life with you.

I dint have much to brag about.
Riches, fame, name I had none.
But I had life.
I had hope.
I had faith.
I had love.

I needed nothing else.
No, not one.
It was faith that I had.
Faith in you.
Faith in me.
Faith in everything around me.

But that night.
That one dark and scary night.
They took it all away.
In an instant.
I cried, I yelled, I begged.
But they were too stone hearted, they were deaf!

They were heartless.
They were worthless.
They were nothing less of a beast.
They came prowling in the night like a thief.
They turned me into chaff in the wind.

They killed me that day.
They conquered my body that night.
They can't kill me anymore.
'Coz I am in a place that knows no gore.
My body they burnt, but my spirit soared.
Into the hands of God who knows it all.

They may think they'll get over this shame.
But trust me, they'll never live through this pain.
I am no more now.
All thanks to them.
But I once dreamed about many things and a few.
That one day I'd start my life anew.

This post was a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative 
for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda and it got selected among the top  
three entries for WOW. Here is the link: WOW winners.

This post is also an attempt to try and understand what that girl went through.
Her thoughts, her fears, her anger, her hopes, her hopelessness, her anxieties, 
her emotions. Nobody will ever know what she went through. Nobody.

Slipping Through My Fingers

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A picture is worth a thousand words they say.
But this one's worth a million.
Just yesterday was her first birthday.
My princess, my darling, my baby.
I still remember that day.
She was dressed in my favorite color.
She was dressed in Yellow.

Today she has grown up.
My princess, my darling, my baby.
Is no more a baby.
She is stubborn, headstrong and silly.
Just like me.
The tiny little tot that she once was.
She was so very mellow.

I loved her then.
I love her now.
I'll love her till the end.
I love her for her madness.
I'll love her till she forgets her sadness.
I'll love her till her heart fills with gladness.
I love her just the way she is.

She fills my life with laughter.
She drives me mad by her endless chatter.
She took me back to my youth.
When life wasn't lived by the book.
She taught me that it is okay to cry.
She takes me by my hand.
She makes me dance like I am in some band.

She reminds me of her.
The beautiful lady I wed.
They look so alike.
I am glad they both are mine.
She is nothing like her.
Yet, I love my little girl for being her.
She adds life to my years.

I remember plaiting her hair daily.
And packing her bags and walking her to school lazily.
Soon I'd walk her down the aisle too.
All that would remain are the memories.
My little girl and her lovely stories.
Each time I think I'm close to knowing.
She keeps on growing.

Do I know what she feels?
Does she breathe the same fears I breathe?
Do I know what's in her mind?
Does she know what's in mine?
Do I know if she's happy?
Does she know if I am?
Do we know anything at all?

Very soon my little princess will be gone.
To another lad with whom her heart belongs.
I hope he treats her like a queen.
And never makes her heart bleed.
I'll pretend to the world I'm fine.
When my girl slips out of my shrine.
She made my home so divine.

I'm afraid that day may come too soon.
And my little girl will be gone too soon.
I'll hide my fears and my tears.
'Coz I don't want to let her know.
Her happiest day may just be my saddest.
She won't be home fooling around anymore.
She'd be under someone else's roof, she with her madness.

I'll miss my little girl too much.
Slipping through my fingers all the time.
I gently sit down for a while.
I feel I'm gonna lose her forever.
I'm glad that I could share her laughter.
That funny little girl.
That silly little girl.

My Daughter, My Princess, My Girl.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative 
for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

This poem is also about what a father feels for his daughter who was once so little but now is all set to leave him for another home, another shoulder, another hand, another man. The emotions behind it. The pain behind it. Through the eyes of the father who secretly wishes that he could freeze the picture and save it from the funny tricks of time. 
I had tears while writing this poem, I wonder what my daddy will go through when he's walking me down the aisle.
And yes, my dad plaited my hair when I was in school.

Another Day Another Hope

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Walking was she on a dark empty road, 
Fear written on her face in bold.
Got in she on an unfamiliar mode,
She was the only girl in the fold.

Curious eyes glanced at her,
Stripping her, of her self worth.
Why oh Why? Please tell me why?
Why do YOU, stare at her?

Letting go of the fear inside,
She took a deep breath and smiled.
Her face looked calm and divine,
She prayed she would be fine.

She saw a familiar face from her hood,
That really made her feel so good!
She smiled she wasn't the only one she said,
Who chose to walk the road ahead.

Tired she was after her day's work,
She had her kids waiting for her.
She knew it was getting too late,
Yet she knew she had to wait.

Her legs were getting too faint,
As she tugged along with the weight.
She rested her feet on the ground,
She sat down without a making a sound.

She saw her home far away,
She built her hope on the way.
She pulled herself from the ground,
She traced back her steps around.

She reached her home late that night,
She saw her kids were sleeping tight.
Heaved she did a sigh of relief,
It strengthened her flailing belief.

She thanked her God for keeping her safe,
'Coz down the road she was feeling so afraid.
She knelt down on her sore knees,
Tears welled up in her tired eyes.

She joined her hands,
And bowed her head;
'I hope tomorrow is a better day',
Keeping her fingers crossed she prayed. 

This post was a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers 
by BlogAdda and it got selected among the top two entries for WOW. 
Here is the link:WOW winners for 'Keeping My Fingers Crossed'

(This poem is also a dedication to all the women who work at odd timings.)