August 28, 2010

Tired souls..

When they needed care,
There was no welfare..

Their wrinkled, tired hands,
Now needed medical strands..

They made them cry,
When they were 'bout to die..

When they needed care,
There was no welfare..

They didn't expect much
But the humans are such..

They gave us a finger,
When we were in a stupor..

When they needed care,
There was no welfare..

How do they feel,
When no one acts real?

Oh, Holy God! Please help these cruel souls,
By giving them some fouls..
Then will they realize,
What is to be criticized..

When they needed care,
There was no welfare..

August 18, 2010

He made me stand up..

Fingers round, lashes joint, that's how I must have been placed in Dad's arms. I close my eyes and I can ideate how happy he must be when he must have taken me close for the first time.

I held his little finger to help myself stand up and walk my first step. He helped me as every parent does. He helped me to get up again when I fell down. Running towards him when he returns from work is all I can remember. 'cause I still do that :P. 
I grew up in his presence in every phase of my life. He made me his friend. Rather, we built up that relationship automatically. We both shared every possible thing. Yes, time did change as I grew older but there was no time when we felt sick of each other. 
Shifting to the new place, I realized what the world was. I was afraid of the new world. But he supported me every time. I mean every time.

"I'm thirteen now and don't know how my friends could be so mean
I come home crying and you hold me tight and grab the keys
And we drive and drive until we found a town far enough way
And we talk and window shop till I forgot all their names..

I don't know who I'm gonna talk to now at school
But I know I'm laughing on the car ride home with you
Don't know how long it's gonna take to feel okay
But I know I had the best day with you today

I have an excellent father, his strength is making me stronger
God smiles on my little brother, inside and out, he's better than I am

I grew up in a pretty house and I had space to run

And I had the best days with you.." 

Reminding these tiny parts of my childhood, he expresses his love towards me. Still. I wonder how would he feel when I'll go away.. These thoughts are sometimes interesting as I think about my future life. But sometimes, they are painful as it also takes me to my Dad's world.
He calls My life as sixteen Golden years of His life.. 
Tears roll down when I think about he going away or I doing the same.. 
I have seen how the world changed for him and me too. But we both are still the same. Friends forever. :). 

Cheers' for you, Dad..
Thanks for being my Father, friend, companion, support, everything..
I Love You and will always do.. :) 

August 02, 2010

Far away..

Started here with 9th level of my school, in the Hell city. I came here forcefully as there was no other option left. No matter the City has given me good things as a person but it has given me bad things more. My life was peaceful, why had I to come here? I don't like the crowd but exceptions are still there. The things here have made me smart but more dumb, which I wasn't ever before. I have become more sensitive, emotional, foolish, kiddish, spoiled..

I want to go back there. To my place. I love however it is, whatever it is. At least, people don't ask 'Who are you?' every time instead  of 'How are you?'. These things drive me away nowadays. Away from my routine, away from my present, away from my studies. And I guess, this shouldn't happen.

At the moment, I'm feeling to cry out. Feeling to call him and get convinced by him. No matter however he does that; by scolding; by making me understand or just by talking with me about it. Distance is killing me. Not only the distance from him but also from my own people. The people whom I can call mine. I want to Live this World, my World. I don't want to drive away in every single thing. But above all, it IS disturbing me. A lot.

Maybe, the things which take place are for good of everyone but still I don't want the good if it's this. Want to go back, want to live, want to be with people whom I like, I love. Rather, with people who like me, love me..