Maturity…
Sitting here in my room listening to the clock,
Bringing the freedom to the thoughts that were locked…
Trying to unwind the darkness of time,
Where I lost all the words and put them to rhyme…
Had lost that tiny innocent voice somewhere,
Playing , dancing and nothing that would care…
it got buried somewhere deep crushed with those heavy voices,
Losing its freedom and now was living with others choices…
No concerns then slowly was ruled out with series of concerns,
Started a life with all the new conditions and terms…
Right there that young girl was lost in front of my eyes,
Losing her freedom so fast now she was surrounded with spies…
Each path lead to more and more voices to follow,
Every step walking on those path made her more and more hollow…
The time never stopped for her and she had to grow…
With more experiences and challenges that the fate would throw…
With a hope to reach her destination and things to work her way,
Enjoy her freedom back again still thinking to this day…
Right in front of my eyes that girl lost her image,
The charms of her were lost to bring her to this age…
Learned now to be patient at this stage,
Staring at the cake to cut with a sharp knife of fate…
2015 © Pimmi Nag
Filed under: Despair, Family, Mother, Nature, Relationships, Self Reflection
