You know the dream where you run and its in slow motion? I wish that was real, because I'd have time to reflect why I started chasing you at all.

I'm in love so much in love
with my boyfriend.
His sky blue eyes, blond curls and too deep a voice makes my heart constrict in a way unimaginable.
When he sings, it's the voice of an angel.
I'm an oddball, I don't belong,
My head is filled with lyrics and dreams...
My fingers constantly draw paintings
only clear to me. And every time I strike a chord on my beloved mahogany piano, I lose myself to the sound.
My classmates avoid getting too close to me.
That's fine, I don't relate with them anyways.
Mother is a terrifying universe, so confident
reliable and unending. She builds me up and tears me down in the whim of her might.
I'm a strange bird she tells me - but in a gentle way. I think it's a good thing. She never compares me with my sister.
And I understand why. It would be unfair.
But she vows me as often as she can that I am responsible to take care of her when she
cannot.
I fly high with every stroke of my brush.
I dive low into the pits of despair when I look at the world.
So much to do...
But I believe...
I believe with my sixteen year old soul
That I will matter
Put a mark on the world
Become...

Sixteen year old me - I love you so much.

Thank you

I watch as an older woman in a red flowery
dress holding yellow flowers looks out to the sea
Searching for the young man she fell
in love with at the ripe age of twenty three
He gave his life that day on the Normandy shore
on the sixth of June the year was forty-four
Every year this woman comes to the sea to remember
For when she said her marriage vows
she meant them to last to the end of her forever
She throws the yellow flowers out to the sea
Always grateful for the love they shared
and proud that he fell in the cause for the free

.......
क्यूँ ख़यालों में भी..
आकर ना जीने देते !
                       हर श: के अक्श में..
                      अगर्चे शामिल तुम हो !!

तेरी परछाई को भी..
ना रास आई मेरी तन्हाई !
                         फिर भी मुझसे कहते हो..
                         "इतने तन्हा क्यूँ हो" ?


जबकि मामूल ये ज़माना..
है बड़ा ही  हरजाई !    
                    यूँ तो ज़ाहिर है  मेरी..
                    तन्हाई के बायिस तुम हो !!

दर्द-ए-दिल मेरा ये..
आपकी इनायत है !
                    फिर ये  पूछते हो कि..
                    रंज-ओ-ग़म सहते क्यूँ हो ?

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                     *deovrat - 23.02.2018 (c)