Through My Eyes 🔎

"I never wished to have a brother, why should I? when I have 'him' in the form of 'her'" she sent her a telegram.

Life is an unpredictable journey Begins with an absolved squeaky cry Comforted by our beloved ones affectionately Until we're old enough to help people edify. It is an unmapped route followed naively Where at every stage we're ecstatic to fly And so falling down and over repeatedly Every time holding up, as our spirits are held high. Then you are a teenager, a door that opens inadvertently Advises and caveats flowing in, we ignore and deny Sometimes we do listen, but, oh so impatiently End up failing but waiting, for yet another defy. The next chapter, inked with emotions rather richly At times confronting difficulties, at times feeling shy At times all alone, at times surrounded by family Toughened by experiences, but alas, time just passed by. Diaries of memories we're left with, finally Reached the final destination, breathing to die Bidding-adieu all the well-wishers wholeheartedly Who have constellated around, for the one-last cry. ...