Balance.

The road was wide open; nobody except me and my dad on his old scooter which I hated. He was going slow, which I hated more. "C'mon! There's nobody else on the road, what's the worse that could happen? Go faster!" I groaned. A few moments later, I could see other vehicles crossing us, passing…

I picked up the fallen Leaves that dried up Looking at the branches As sunlight pierced through I knew then, Fallen things are even more Beautiful because they make way For newer things Tight was my grip, yet They slipped right Through my fingers You were right, father Stronger your hold, Weaker your grip All…

Acceptance

Two wrinkled figures face each other in a coffee shop right beside the sidewalk. A mini chessboard with tiny pawns scattered on either sides lay on the table. "My father amassed a fortune when he returned from the war. While it had its own traumatic effects, war made him realise how important family is to…

Finding

Life is hard, Said my father God watches over, it's written in the stars You need not bother All those stars, All those skies, Show you way, And test your might People come, people go Come what may, You shan't close the door Open your eyes, Look behind the disguise Beneath all these lies Lies…

Thursday.

The papers floating in the air slowly dropped to the ground where the half opened notebooks lay. There were rough pen sketches on them, now almost torn apart. The kid could imagine those sketches come to life and leaving him once and for all for being a disappointment that he is. The notebooks can't fight…