All the Mothers are same..
It just that during our adolescence,
i thought my friends has the best Mother
and they thought for mine.-
Whenever I say “Back in those days...” , I am like
Oh fuck! I am growing old.-
there have been so many times
where i have counted days to be an age;
that none of my two birthdays
were closer than i wanted them to be.
i had to wait each year to become
the person i have always wanted to be.-
A habit of this thing I've made,
Gliding aloft the wings of time,
Stopping by each winding bend,
Making it all mine, this time.
Each jagged end I hold close,
Having been sheared by those,
Merciless in their wake they've been,
Yet now make me truly whole.
With my arms held lustily out,
I boldly command an embrace,
For today they hold me tender,
Dearest friends, insurmountable foes.
But soon I shall turn away,
One day at some weary bay,
Laying down my thistle crown,
Perched proudly upon my mane.
The flavor of memories linger,
And I shall return once again,
For time's always been a circle,
Now, looping around my grave.
-
Haa mana ki aab bada ho gya hu ,
Par aaj bhi , Meri Maa ke charan chuya karta hu .-
Once you grow old
It’s a different kind of parenting
You need to monitor your parents too
apart from your own kids
- notyet100-
I wish, on a hill top, we could talk of our love,
watching the reflections of our future in the shapely clouds above..-
Growing up has it’s own perk
But you don’t become free
You become more attached
To fragile things
- notyet100-