Times when I break down..

There are times when we break down; late night sighs, 3 am thoughts, silent cries, lonely screams etc etc.
The reason varies; heartbreak, Mistrust, heartache, dreams, doubts, future.... On and on.
I believe these are the times when we are at the peak of our vulnerabilities, but also facing these situations makes us realise where our strength lies. These are the times which makes us who we are.
So be strong, and move on.. :)
Here's a poem for all the awesome readers..

Times when I break down

There are times when I break down;
I'm only human,
& I'm sorry if I can't seem to turn the way around.

There are times when I want you here;
I'm still naive,
& I'm sorry but my heart's all dere.      

There are times when the night turns eerie;
I stay awake for the light,
& I yearn for your glow which is, in this hectic world a ferie.

There are times when I find myself going through our history;
I was infatuated,
& I never believed the memories would end in a misconstrued story.

There are times when I wish for you;
Emotions are cumbersome,
& I feel paralysed by their need of you.

There are times when I break down;
I'm only human,
But, I'm sorry, I won't ever change the way around.

These are the times when I realise,
I found myself,
In the process of leaving you.

These are the times,
When I relinquish the past;
The ache arranged by you;
These are the times,
When I let go of you.

Girl Child

11 October, is the International Day of the Girl Child, as declared by the UN.

Both the boy and girl child are crucial for the progress of the family and the nation, they are the two wheels without which going onward is not possible.

A girl with her innocence can brighten the whole family. Here's something representing the importance and innocence of a girl child.

INNOCENT MEMORIES

Tiny hands clutching on to that purse,

Baby lips coloured dark red along with chubby cheeks.

Colourful bangles looking magnificent on small wrists,

Body covered haphazardly in a sari.

Soft toys decorated alongside the bed,

Messed up room with accessories scattered on the floor.

With frequent glances on the mirror,

Innocent eyes smiled with no regrets.

As the parents entered,

Million reflections flooded through the room.

Left her for few minutes alone,

created a mountain of memories for Mom.

- Anshu Sharma