Iridiumous

…BIRTH… Finally, all the preparations were done, then I descended to the sweetest form of life. Breaking off all the suspense, stress, silence - moan, with my deepest - reviving victorious cry of grief. Terminating up their unscathed wait. The atmosphere feels intolerable, the blood confuses to flow, this individuality seems unbearable and the world is so blur. Despite, Mumma sleeps with a smile that emblazing glows, listening me cry for the first moment in front of her (‘s). A lot hurt to get segregate. Soon the mob clears and my Daddy appears, He is so smart, handsome and just dashing. Sensing I raise my cry; demanding him closer, I wonder who else is such cautious in loving. Indeed that is an astounding date. Iridiumous (21/01/2017) …dedicated to his eldest sister. .

'IN VOICE OF A WOMAN' I am a just born baby giving out cries, that held the heads in expectation high, but listening to the first news of merry, leaving a few all in despair go low. I am merely a normal girl, born not in a high rank, quite secluded from chivalry, desiring a fare freedom of life. To my Mumma, I am herself growing distinct of hers, She always bear the pain, for granting me life -she lacked. To my Pappa, I am his heart crafted piece of art, despite he suppresses his emotions, it can always be sensed. To my brother, I am his most beautiful organ, at times he get annoying, accusing or abrupt in healing himself with his brotherly love. To my son, I am the centre of the Universe, seeking for all solutions in my lap, but he grows so fast and time no longer last(s). To my Husband, I am demanded to be his ‘better half’, who can be tortured for mistakes, and kissed and loved to show regrets. To my boyfriend, I am like a serious ga...