The Childhood Which Was Never Mine

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