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Are you okay? Yes I am.. But I wasn't , As I responded to that, Because what else to say, When you aren't, Are you feeling good? Yes I am.. When I wasn't, But how will it help, If I responded for real, Do you need water? Yes I want.. But just shut down, The surrounding chatter, With infinite laughter, I couldn't bear, The noise, Inside me growing larger, Than my voice that was, Shaking my exterior poise, My daughter, Came closer.. As she held my, trembling hand, As she whispered, Mom, it will get better.. My partner, Looked at me, And wanted me to know.. It's okay, Not to be okay, Getting drunk, And throwing up.. Is all part of growing up, Till the part, Where you start loving, Just water again.. My mom and dad, Comforted me,  That although sad as it looks, Things aren't that bad.. As explained by the books, Relationships and people, Are the ones that make you stable, While everything else, Can topple,   Well, there will be loads of trouble, But more than that t


I know I miss you..

As the dawn feels like drops of dew.
I know I miss you..
When dreams never seem to come true.
I know I miss you..
When I slip without your grip.
I know I miss you..
When there is a gap trying to fit in your lap.
I know I miss you..
When there is a sigh looking into my eye.
I know I miss you..
When you hold but my fingers are cold.
I know I miss you..
Yet I cannot even follow.
For you requested not to borrow..
There is no tomorrow.
Where Walking past will meet you at last..
Regretting attire sunsetting desire.
Accepting the fact that you caught me as a liar..

Thoughts By - Pratiksha Misra.


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