Memories are companion of life, without its life is an empty box.

Memories of my Beloved

Today the sky is also changing colours to help me in recalling those old and beautiful memories. Blue hues in the sky remind me of the memories I spent with my beloved when we were together in the mornings. Morning filled with freshness, the view of her – open hair dampened in water.

Babies are boss and they show their form when the matter is of their toys.

Toy Story: Baby Boss

I am the baby boss. I like my dad’s shoulder to sleep on. Because it always keeps moving and I feel like I am having a ride. (Dad was walking carrying the baby in hand while doing work or in the market) I was sleeping and a bubble came and popped on my nose.

From nights to mornings our emotions and energy travels in whole journey.

From Nights to Mornings

I remember when I slept everything was so silent and dead. I was so stressed and sad. I had a bad day and a bad evening completely messed up. All alone I was in bed with tears, my tissues and some anxious breaths. I was breathing but choking too.

Babies become boss when they are energetic.

Energetic Baby Boss

Then as I sat in between them, I started my energetic dance.
Hop…hop…wiggle wiggle…hop hop…wiggle-wiggle…
A tap on mom’s cheek and a kick on dad’s hand. Grabbed mom’s hair in my crab like hands and pulled them.

Self-confidence is very important what if it gets lost because of harassment.

Acid Splash: – Penetration of Slow Poison

Page flipped…
In a Crematorium crowded by people in white. Grief and sorrow were ruling over that funeral rite. Near the burning dead body of her father, she was standing deadly in front of my sight. Her head was covered with a white wrinkled dupatta.

Sometimes it's hard to breathe even when we are alive.

Hard to Breathe

It’s hard to breathe sometimes
But I am writing to catch my breath,
In lamentable couple of minutes and hours
My eyes turn so heavy to blink,
Seeds of happy dandelion
Touched me many times,

Anxious silence

Anxious Silence

No freedom, no rights…
Listening to something
Something horrible
Yes, it is that only
Juggle is not
Key to success
It’s just a process

Waiting for someone is very difficult.

Waiting

In a waiting room
Fingers grasping a shroud,
Ay, shroud of moments
When I was happy as a Clam,
Ah, so what? Now you have
Skin all burnt…

Curiosity is in blood of kids.

Curious Kiddos

‘I’ (Baby boss).
I love to listen to lullabies of my own choice. Lullaby which never ends, like twenty-four seven I just have to keep going for it. Whenever I play, crawl, peep and eat it’s just a lullaby everywhere.

She is Angella so what? Her journey is not less than her enemy.

Journey Of an Angella

In deep darkness, in the silence,
I found myself sparkling, with some brilliance;
In the warmth and the secure ride,
In the stomach of my mother of life;