REVERIE

With a deep sigh, I turned back

Back to me, eyes wet

And with a heavy heart, I wept

My thoughts dropping dead

As I walked down the aisle

I was sinking.

Day and night has passed

But everything the same

I was all the same

Those words said

It played around and around

Haunting!!!

I was lonely, deep inside

I took a walk to keep me live

I passed those places,

Where weeping willows kissed

Those valleys

I walked and walked...

I lost my way, I realized it late

I lost my heart and now my way

I cried and cried, no one came

I was tired and I slept

And I woke up to a scream

 I saw my pillow was wet!!!

             ...Sarah

Lost Identity

Deep in melancholy I meandered through the scattered perplexity of my life, I found I am deeply being sceptic.

Many came up with their thoughts, that I am paranoid.

I was even sceptic the love and care my parents were showing were to overshadow my identity. I was being put into dark by the love they had for me. I did not even know whether they were truthful to me in any ways. The more they exhibited the love the more I was near to acceptance that I am being fooled.

Suddenly my phone rang, “mom calling”, and I stood there wondering whether it made any sense now. I was further being thrown into the dilemma of being pushed into the thought of losing my identity. ‘Mom’ does that hold its meaning in my life.

I least bothered to attend the call, because I did not want to hear more lies.

How long will I've to suffer this?

Be in disguise.

Where do I actually belong? To the parents I call my mom and dad now or some streets where I was thrown when I was born.

I don’t know but I am standing here asking to myself, who am I?

A girl with a lost identity...I thought to myself.

(This story is dedicated to a special friend who was orphaned by her own parents)