WONDER

Now-a-days, my mind is going terribly poetic at night. I just pick up a pen and paper and start writing and voila, you have a poem.

So, today I was inspired for another poem and decided to share it. And I have no idea if I am any good.

I have named it "WONDER"

So here goes nothing

She had often wondered 
If it was just her
If maybe their answers 
Were too much work?

Why did she bother asking?
She knew every answer was no
Her hairband broke
She wondered if they know

Little smiles here and small laughs there
The only ones genuine
She wasn't even aware
How she was standing

Sometimes her knees buckled
The weight too much
Her light suckled
Couldn't endure words such

Wonder if they know
Her smiles hide hurt
That she presses her lips tight
Hiding her heart?

Did they ever wonder
That maybe she loves?
Her heart surrenders
Maybe too much?

If you can't treasure,
Leave her be
She might bend but won't break
So mote it be...

Well, how was it? Please please please leave your suggestions and opinions in the comments.

Father And Daughter

   

A father and daughter have such a beautiful relationship. Probably even stronger than with the mother. A father always adores his daughter. I wouldn't know what the father feels but I know what a daughter feels who is so loved. A father would do anything for his daughter.

 I am 18 hears old. When my father comes home at night and I want to eat ice cream, we both go to an ice cream parlour and get us ice creams. Those special moments that I have with my father, I dont have with my mom.

Earlier this year, we went to a family gathering in this park, the place was huge. Me and my cousins, we decided to go to the corner which had loads of trees and bushes and click some photos. I thought that we aren't going far and didn't tell papa. When he found me, I remember he came straight to me and hugged me to his chest so tightly.

You know, there is this picture, one of my favourites, me and papa when I was around 2 or 3. He is lying on his side on the bed and I am sitting beside him. I have this small toy clutched in my hand and from what it seems, I am hittning him on his leg and we are both laughing. My mother tells me that when I was a toddler and papa was going out the door to go to work, I would hold his finger and start crying. Remembring all these memories brings tears in my eyes. Its been so long since I remembered them.....

The other day, I was going through some facebook posts and found these pictures. I just couldn't not upload these here...