Growing up

The eyes, those very innocent..
were waiting
for the figure which appeared each evening
and took her back
to 'their' home.
Seeing her mother
from that balcony
made her smile with joy
and she rushed down
the staircase.
she never hugged, nor did she jump.
The emotion remained concealed.

The mind, which was growing,
started observing
people, places and politics.
With each word she read,
each person she met,
she felt a stronger desire
to talk more
to know more
to engage herself.
She never said it, nor did she show.
The want remained quiet.

The heart, profound,
had felt the happiness
and the grief
all along.
Life was as it is suppossed to be,
And she was growing.
The wait had been long.
Eyes, still in search
and the mind, still trying to figure out.
She never denied the feeling, nor did she supress it.
The pain remained throbbing.

Rains

And it rains
the breeze, cold
the fragrance, wet
the night, alone
the eyes, wandering
the mind, hay-wired
the heart, longing
the wait, endless.

The Suppression

when the eyes are filled
with tears
and the mind with angst
everyone asks tou to
lead a life of fear
but you say, please take a stand.
You want to scream
out at the world
and break free
but you keep holding
for your bitter tongue
creates havoc
And you are reminded
again and again
of the ways of the world
and the expectations of many.
And you think,
think hard and wonder
"why did I grow to be
what I am"
Indeed it is tough
to say out loud
that I refuse'to be a part of this crowd.
And then you are shooed
all your aspirations die
The rebel in you
sits and thinks,
"Okay! lets give it a try!"