WINDS OF CHANGE

Then,

                Then I took photos as memories to be preserved,

                Then I let my thoughts  to words for feelings to be expressed.

                Then I smiled and laughed and felt for me,

                Then I loved, lived and danced for my soul to feel.

                Then I made friends I wanted to keep,

                Then I hugged my mother and told her how special she was to me.

Now,

                Now I pose for to my networking friends to show,

                Now my feeling are not mine alone to claim anymore.

                Now I pen down carefully what the world wants to read,

                With each new status, that changes faster than the Autumn’s  wind.

                Now my relations become a drama for others to see,

    Committed , complicated or available to be.

                And very move, breath ,laughter and tear,

                Well performed like a circus trail.

                Now I praise my father online, while he toils in the sun,

                And type hearts roses and flowers, when calls exchanged where none.

                Now I live for them, laugh for them,

                My every move I serve beautifully to flatter and attract them.

                Now my personal life becomes their public property to be puppeted by me,

                If my that “then” became this “now”, I fear what my “now” might turn out to be.

Who am I ?

I am the reflection that you see..

IN FOUR WORDS....

She played with her hair occasionally twisting and turning the pen in her smooth locks. The paper in front of her was still blank , as it had been for the past 2 hour or so.she bit her lips and twinched her eyebrows while staring at the paper.

What was she supposed to write? How was she supposed to start? It had been long, too long not to be weird. She didn’t wanna seem too eager , needy or desperate though the truth was she was dying inside..she didn’t wanna seem too happy, ignorant or carefree either  lest she might seem like she doesn’t mind or care when the truth was she did, damn!! she did care. She wanted to seem calm and composed and normal, but how? That was the question that troubled her…Her words gave her away just like her eyes…they used to say…

The clocked ticked away and her eyes wandered outside the four walls into the tree with a mother bird searching the perfect branch for the perfect nest..nope, there were two birds, taking turns…she smiled..

The wind blew inside making the curtains dance and the blank blue paper flutter under her hands.

She took the pen and wrote,

“Dear mom,

Love,

Ev.”

And it explained it all………….