“Wrenching Search”

I tried to hold on to my childhood, I really did,
For as long as my tiny little self possibly could,
Even while searching frantically for my favourite toy,
Underneath the mound of rubble and piles of burning wood

“Journey towards Annonimity”

Then one day you told me, we had to go across the sea,
To find a place not covered with a shawl of fire,
Where the earth is green and the sky still blue,
Where I can play without dodging smoke and fire

I cried when I said goodbyes,
To my home and childhood friends,
To the familiar dusty streets where I grew up,
For a better future I could not yet comprehend

“Staring Saviours”

Here, I sometimes feel the eyes of unknown faces,
With half-open eyelids filled with gazes of contempt,
Their glares cutting through my body and my soul
And everything else inside me that’s become unkempt

“Guarding inocence”

I see Mom, the blue sky that you promised,
And I see all the colours that I never saw before,
I see here that the earth is like a fairyland,
But I still dream of my old life across the shore

“The Stepchild-1”

Alone in the corner, the Stepchild waits
Hoping against hope, for the darkness to fade
But the life goes on, with its busy grinding churn
The Stepchild sits alone, quietly waiting for its turn

Wrapped in your life, trapped in its maze
You give yourself in, to a never-ending chase
You do everything, that the world expects of you
Your family, your friends, and sometimes strangers too

And then you are left with nothing, nothing more to give
So far away have you gone, that there’s nothing left to feel
For that child who is abandoned, who’s always left behind
The one who always waits, for a tiny grain of your time

You ignore, you mistreat, you stopped caring long ago
You forgot to remember, the existence of that tiny soul
So busy, so tired, you have no moments, not even a few
For that lonesome little soul, the Stepchild that is You

“Claiming Worth-3”

So, to turn my greyness into colourful spring
I begin my search for another grey soul
Never feeling complete on my own account
I need another’s void, to truly make me whole

It’s the kiss of acceptance, that I am really after
That plants approval from reassuring lips
Someone to tell me that I am good enough
My worth is alive at the mercy of this script

To pull up my self worth
Further and higher
I have to be taller
Than the tallest of the tree
And thus begins my hunt
For a vine to latch on
Or a ladder made of souls
A little greyer than me

I know now, my need for the crowd 
Some for reassuring I am okay in this birth    
Others I need for my ego to prey upon 
Oh, all this drama, just for claiming my worth