By Tisha Vyas
Playing with those toys unravelled in magnificence
feeling breathless between these four walls,
am I here at all?
the presence made me overjoyed
who are these people and their purpose?
talk of the mind kept the light awake
silence made it insufferably cold,
happiness lurking just as those sunflowers in summer, waving in pretty autumn air
how'd it turned into winds of blue?
Mother I saw the look on your face and the anger as you turned away
heard those pretty lies, heard those voices in my head felt those deep hardships and fear beneath my skin,
was the childhood ever mine?
forgiving in form of love,
Mother did you bear it all?
your voice is enchanting and full of love
to the one who begs for water in desert
am still trying for a step forward
ensnared by those winds will the thirst ever quench?
those tickles of every second of lifetime pouring upon my ears, wishing it was your dreamy voice
anger winning over peace yet grief remains evermore,
mother I saw it all, felt it all
was the childhood ever mine?
By Tisha Vyas
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