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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


There is love in any devotion.
Sorrow in every emotion..
Loneliness in memories.
Abrupt end of stories..
Creating damp art of clay.
Trickled with innocence at play..
There is focus in every arrow.
A glimpse in your shadow..
Waiting in every window.
Wishful fate of restless row..
Tip toeing trip to the rainbow.
Through the river skipping the flow..
There is madness in every drop.
A tear or two will never stop..
Fear in every outrage.
Standing not bending at any stage..
Conquer the reign to courage.
Giving up like a holy sage..
Walking wasn’t easy.
A chosen path is never greasy..
While looking beyond the urge of waves.
That dawn of life saves..

Thoughts by - Pratiksha Misra


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