Weeping me

Weeping Me

( When sometimes, I strongly feel that I have changed so much and I have a keen urge to go back to my childhood and be the original me, once again)

I heard very close. 

Someone sobbing and wailing.

It was close to my heart.

The knocking was too hard.

An entry someone trying.

Bemused and surprised.
 I opened my heart door.

Looking at this someone.

A heart beat I skipped.

The heat I couldn't take 

and my heart was tethered
then brutally ripped.

I was a murderer.

I have killed this someone.

My heart and brain agreed,

she is known, not a stranger.

My "childhood" was in tears.

Her head was hanging down 

And hands were clasped.

She looked so hurt.
She looked so frown.

I forwarded my hands,
in console but I gasped.

To my fear I made,

a futile repent.

Deads are never back.

It was already too late.

She cried on her end.

I cried on my end.

With sudden shocks  

And few jerks were made.

Someone entered the scene.

Grinning and smirking.

She couldn't stop to preen (herself).

She slammed the door of my heart

And bolted it like forever.
This new resident of my heart.

She loathed and loved me never.

I call her "mama maturity".
She claims to be always right.

My "childhood" was exiled. 

She lost a decade long fight.
I know she won't comeback
And dwell in my heart once more.
Wishful and hopeful
to sneak a peek of my childhood.
Sometimes, I open my (heart)door . 

Aarushi Agrawal

Pay it forward

Is purpose of life so self willed

 a race for money

and ending with endless guilt.

Guilt of not doing what my heart said to me 

But busied myself living others dreams.

And soon a thought clouded my mind

Ocean of my conscience 

Holding 2 raindrops

pay it forward or pay it back.

Choice was mine 

I Made my rainbow of happiness with 

Pay it forward drop

And deserted to dry

The Pay it back raindrop.

Two firefly like eyes gleaming and sparkling

Seeing through the doors of thunders.

Looking for a streak of hope to enter

And wishing hard for the weather to change,

For night turning to day.

Two eyes so tired, alone and helpless.

Walked in me with my rainbow of happiness

To make their day, gay and shiny like sun 

Paying it forward for I have 

For all I can do in my might.

I might can't change the weather for them but can open the door of thunder for some time.

Let the frightened firefly set free for a while

To the world of hopes and desires even if it is for few hours. 

Pay it forward with your skills and your smiles

It may be small but can make big difference in someone's life.

I'm a little bird

It is a breathless read. It is not "survival of the fittest " but "survival of the fighter". If not fit to take the inadvertent pleasures of life along with the challenges as their byproducts then fight to get fit in or else flow freely in your own nest (comfort zone).

I'm a little bird 

desperate to fly

Fly high no wait

No wait to grow

Grow my wings

Wings I want to fling

Fling cause worry

Worry son of hurry

Hurry to fly far

Far from here

Here to don't know where

Where is my sky?

Sky waiting for me

Me living in the nest

The nest I want to leave

Leave and go to sky

Sky waiting for me

Me fly with unready wings

Wings take me to sky

Sky full of wind

Wind beats me hard

Hard to flap wings

Wings getting tired

Tired and fall down

Down to my nest

Nest to take some rest

No rest in the wind

Wind is so high

High is my wish

Wish is so small

Small like me

Me in love with sky

Sky with open arms

Arms are calling me

Me so scared of wind

Wind will not change 

Change what I need

Need to learn fly

Fly in the wind

Wind pushing me high

High in the sky 

I'm a little bird 

desperate to fly.

                               - Aarushi Agrawal 

"Change yourself when surroundings can't be changed ." 

"Agree or/and set yourself free- choice is yours"