I miss you ......DAD

My ears are so deaf 

they don't hear what you say.

They wish to hear those notes 

which have never been played.

I yearned for emotions that have never been expressed.

The bonding we should have shared.

My heart has always craved for those expressions

of how much have you cared.

I shout I scream, I fight with you 

for reasons or for not.

But you always do forgive me, DAD.

Your heart is free of knots.

You taught me lessons of unconditional love 

by silently taking care of my needs.

No condition, no talking, no unnecessary opinion 

is needed to grow a true love seed (In heart).

No parent is perfect in this world of parenting 

I admit when I became one.

You give your best to your child no matter

When it's your parenting turn.

I have a lot to say to you 

but words have limits and expressions are guests.

I missed you every day, all my life.

Hope you miss me, DAD, in your empty nest.

                                                                            Aarushi Agrawal "honey"

My "special" friend

This piece of work is dedicated to all my children with special needs, at school. They all are uniquely blessed and gifted by god and just impossible for we "normals" to comprehend them entirely and sheerly.   💝

We hear we smile.
We have our own style.
Looking me from a distance
Might confuse you, my agile.
My age and my act
might not look very congruous.
But holding on your thoughts
and sitting with me for a while.
Will open your mind.
If you hear my heart,
which is covert and shy.
You might make discoveries. (about my existing personality)
New mindset you will invent. (meeting me will change your thought process)
I might sound quite queer.
I am bit different .

Don't drag me so hard
into your world of normalcy.
Normal is majority
and you have won the race. (as majority always wins)
I was never in competition
as I work at my own pace.

My needs might be quirky.
My actions may look murky.
The expressions are undefined .
You leave your hopeless,
humdrum and hapless world,
so to enter mine.
Where language might be locked
but the thoughts can trespass.
Where oceans can be dried.
Blue sky can grow green grass.

Welcome to my world
My world of "special needs".
Meet my soul my friend.
A friend free of guile.
A friend free of greed.

Aarushi Agrawal ( honey)