When she woke up, she knew
everything was changed.
The plans, the routine, and
moreover her inner soul.
The old gold days kept coming in
form of flashbacks.
The time when sleep was
a symbol of peace and content.
When small things used to make her
laugh like she was on a roller coaster ride.
The friendship was also at the purest form,
her friends can do anything for her anytime
without even asking.
Competition was still there but there
was no room for stress.
The happiness of being free from the burdens,
the fierce soul which used to start each day
as its doing to be the last, was lost somewhere.
Somewhere with time those flashbacks
will bring a smile and a tear at the same time.
Isn’t it right to say ,
” Memories are like blessings in the disguise” .
there was an agony in her heart,
the one which everyone faced yet can’t recognize.
when she talk about things,
the one which touches her heart,
gets its way on the paper.
The things which were better in childhood,
and somewhere we all have murdered that part
which lived each day as it was the best day.
Kai yaadein hai, dhundali baatein hai,
Karti jo samay ke saath aksar mulakaatein hai.
Ki kyu yeh sochkr pareshan hai ?
Kal to abhi aaya nahi, Aaj Filhaal abhi baki hai !
-Neepa Bhatia
RED FLAMES OF ACKNOWLEDGEMENT 