Rejection Self doubt they have accompanied me in the travel, Loss of Hope is what I felt. Advertisement revealing what called fairness a Highness! Self doubt prevailed in my usual thoughts, making me wonder I am nowhere near to the fair angels dropped from Heaven. Rejection is what I felt, when someone wanted a fair perosn to perform the classical. Dresses I choose between only those colours to make myself admirable to everyone. More dowry he demands because he is marrying a dusky lady fear his child may born with dark skins. Sin you called, I try tear my skin, And you tell I'm a hell of murkiness, Love you stop because your friends laugh on your face, Science you forget, overwhelmed by foolishness.
Our lives are fallen leaves on the ground, the same old decaying matter. Some are stomped into the heavenly earth others blow with the tiny zephyrs reaching the predetermined destiny. Deliberate life I was, floated and travelled miles to reach here. I often enjoy residing between the stars, gently placing my head on the floating clouds, i feel like travelling places. Everyday my journey in the midway halts at this place which called my home once, now a forlorn place for him. I peek through the clouds and observe my son coping up to live every single day. Everyday is same for him, looking at the sky with bundle of hope and begging for my return. Today I have decided to make my words reach him and my infinite love to be felt by him. I hushed to the constellations to drop down to the earth and they did what I have said. Breezing winds are carrying these bits of stardust to land up on the murky earth. They are born as a letter of pure love to address his reason of existence.
They started to convey what my heart spoke: Dear Son, Hope is as good as death. My death should inculcate hope and fill you with positivity. Physically my present can’t be felt that doesn't mean that I can't hear your woes in sleep. I have noticed how well you dilute those flowing tears into the eyes and fake a smile. I know how many times you got those bruises painted all over the body. But I am a proud mother, my child. Just look at my boy in the mirror who once argued that he was some unique creation of God. You are, my dear. The world is never a better place but you have acquired enough potential to build the empire you want. All it needs is consistent hope and determination. No one is permanent in this world, dear. We, the formations of star dust will definitely ruin into degraded parts someday. And that someday can be anyday. I want you to learn yourself which will meticulously help you to discover yourself. Love yourself my dear, Self Love is the forte of survival. Respect each other and live with what you have. Don't expect a miracle indeed you should be a miracle for many. Your life should be a root to the hopes of many. Tackle problems with all yourself, never move back. Hardwork pays off my child. Those memories are stars and they will guide you to your destiny. Follow Omens.
I finished last part almost with heavy heart. Souls do carry hearts but I have left it behind this house. Now it's time for my departure. I collected those stars back and they blinked at me. Sometimes miracles do happen. Never ever I have looked back.