My little girl awoke me with a jerk in the middle of night. With blood spurting out of her feet, screaming, weeping she sobbed that some huge giant shadow hurt her with an axe.
Terrified I sprung out of my bed and ran towards the hallway only to realize that when did I ever had a kid.
I had always been living alone.
I was in fear…
Always feared change.
Until I became someone I was meant to be.
Stardust collected was found in crumbled pages of books, for I traveled in all the times through them.
You are my hour-hand,
an ingenious artist who keeps everyone in tune till it reaches the goal.
And one fine day I sat to study your eyes.
Apparently you becoming my favorite subject.
Brimming with tears, a couple lost a kid again.
“I don’t think adoption should even be allowed in our society for LGBT community.
Please leave our kids alone” reprimanded an obtuse Orphanage official.
Naked loveless truth of the society smirked at parents while that little one behind the doors quietly disengaged his crossed fingers.
I love it when my mother buys me a gift.
And
I LOVE it when my mother buys a gift for herself.
