To the world she was the numb girl,
With every passing day her existence becoming blur,
Only she knew that inside her;
There was a War, heart against mind,
Battling the tides of emotions that never ceased to rise,
Between sense and senselessness,
Old and new,real and fake,
She had to choose while awake.
As the maturity dawned,
Twinkle in her eyes was gone;
that child-like smile now faded,
Yet she waded through the same alleyways,hallways,doorways,
everyday every night.
To keep herself alive in this fight.
Memories of those sunny days,
when her face lit up with every ray, and every raindrop made her play, with mud and paperboats.
Often visited like a distant aunt.
But now she had walked many roads, Bumpy,slopy,smooth cemented only to be persuaded that nothing is to be resented.
Yet she keeps searching her flair while solitude accompanied her everywhere!
Babita Kathayat Copyright 2017