Take away the mirror that's in front me..
It's time for me to break free. 
I sometimes want to see what was behind me.
But now it hinders the sight of what awaits me.

I want to break it all in one smash.
But I am afraid I might lose my track.
How do I put aside the fear and the mirror?
That sneer at me saying there's no way out!

Dear MOMs and DADs,
I’m a 22 year old girl like your daughter. I’ve nothing notably different from her, except probably the fact that my dad and mom let me choose my path, put no restriction on my dreams and helped me fly. I still remember the pride on their faces when I took off on my onward journey.

What I’d like to tell you is, please MOMs and DADs, help your daughters fly. Feel the pride. See her off with the warmest hugs and deepest love. When she takes off, all that remains with her is your love, the values you inculcated in her and the reputation she inherited from you. Trust her; she won’t let you down. Support her; she won’t tread the wayward path. Let her see the world, learn from it; learn to live in it and live with it.

I know you are afraid for her safety and her well being. But dears, have you ever thought of the day you might not be there for her? (God forbid!) Yes, you might say “We’ll marry her off; we’ll save for her rainy days”. What if all that does not work? What if she is stranded thus? She is educated but not equipped to face the world? Therefore give her freedom, DADs and MOMs. Teach her to walk alone, live alone and be worldly wise. Trust me; she’s as capable as your son is, to navigate alone. She can stay in a far away land and study and bring glory to you as you expect your son to do. Please don’t deny her that opportunity. Please don’t clip her wings before she unfurls them and discovers the joy of flight. After all, she’s your princess!

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I wish i knew i was skilled at something, anything would do good... But I ain't.. Jugglery of words isn't my realm. Neither is the myriad of colours. Nor the symphony of chords..Pray, dear heavens tell me what i ought to do, when I'm sitting idly as this? Now people don't mistake me for a gifted or something... I'm not!! Every fool produces a bright spark like that once in his life.Think of it as one such spark and dwell upon it no more.. Coz I'm but a fool with no tool!

Heart's musings....

Sometimes, it's easier to run away than stay on; easier to give up than to stick to; turn your back than to face it. But I haven't yet ran away, not yet turned my back. I'm still there in the war front putting up a fight. May be I'm just starting, may be what I'm going to face is worse. May be, it's going to be tougher.But still I feel-" this is it"! FED UP with all these petty fights and bruises!

Sometimes.. I think.. why doesn't death come faster? Why do I have to live- just to face all these tough times? Feels like I'm crumbling down sometimes............

But, I have always felt a strength I draw from within that helps me persevere;to strive forward. May be that's what is called God's grace.

Let that light lead me forward.....

"Into that heaven of freedom..."

ENLIGHTENMENT

"Mom, I broke the nib of my pen. I want a new pen. And that too Parker." My mother asked me,"Why don't you take this one ,dear? "showing me a cheaper but a good pen. "I want a Parker pen." So she bought me one.

The next day, I asked my mother for a new book. She asked me,"Why a new book? Can't you have one of those old ones?" But I cried for a new one and she finally bought me a new book.

Days passed on. My demands increased. One day, my mother took me to a library. She let me have my choice of books there. I chose "Gitanjali" written by Rabindranath Tagore. As I glanced through the pages, these lines touched my heart.

I wept for a pair of shoes until I met a man without legs."

(This is an old piece of mine which I wrote when I was in 7th)