Till

Till I could stand on my own little feet
Till words like “mamma” ”papa”, I learnt to speak

Till I knew where money from the plant was spent
Till I understood where, after the Christmas, Santa went

Till I believed that all the dead people were stars
Till I loved playing with teddies and toy cars

Till I included God in all my guest lists
Till I realized that Tom and Jerry don’t really exist

Till I stopped hating the colour of my school dress
Till I found out how I could beat you in those games of chess

Till I was taught that to win some we may lose few
Till I developed my own point of view

You were there with me at every crossroad of time
Holding my little hand
Making way for each step of mine

And now, as I stand on the threshold of life
Ready to take steps on my own
People around want me
To accept your non-existence

But
I refuse to abet

Because I can feel your presence
In my memories, in my life
In everything I do

I love to believe that you are there with me
And will be
Till, my last breath.

Devanshi
September 09, 2006

Narcissist

Another whimsical sunrise
Another excitement of unpredictability
Good morning dear me!

It has started raining outside
Should I take another short nap?
“No!” says the inexorable urge
Of feeling the cool of water drops on my face

I picture the autumn leaves getting greener
With the touch of every droplet.
I want to step out to witness the sight

To stretch my hands and feel the rain

But

I am stopped by a conspicuous figure
Creeping into my vision

I look
I stare
I gaze

It’s my own reflection in the window glass
A picture perfect as per my senses!
I feel overwhelmed to be possessing m
I try to reprehend
And fail successfully

I drop the idea of going into the rains
I can’t let water haze away the candidness
I can’t let go of myself out of my sight
I don’t want this supreme pleasure to end

So here I am
All set to fall in love
With none

but Myself.

Devanshi
February 27, 2010