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