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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


Deep in your eyes..
I had found myself.
Chirpy as they spoke..
To bitter sweet they awoke.
But those eyes have walked away..
Starting to blink more than once..
Telling me at a single glance..
How I have ruined my last chance..
As I keep loosing them midway..
Failed to be gone over willing to stay.
And playing with an unknown reflection..
even more..
Distractedly thinking..
Have I become blind or was I before.


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