"The hardest of all is learning to be a well of affection,and not fountain,to show them that we love them,not when we feel like it,but when they do"

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Fragmenting. .

I start to put them together.
But they move away,
as if they have their own legs.
I cry out in frustration.

And I say..
“I brought you here,
you were born out of me.
I didn’t give you your own mind and will.”

They laugh at me, mocking my anger.
I run behind each of them.
Trying to collect and put them back together.

I stop abruptly, as I see a shadow nearing me.
It is huge.
How is that possible?
I did not create something so big.

The giant feet is about to land on me,
I wake up with a shrill ring.
Oh! Thank god, it was just a dream.
My words are not running anymore it seems.





1 comment:

Ankita said...

haha! that was a nice read :)