Growing up into a woman,
is not some ephemerality
from dolls to diamonds.
It feels to be on a sheer voyage,
crossing many bridges,
linking many horizons of my eyes.
Some unknown bridges
would have appeared
from playful structures
of sand lying outside my house,
when sand was just enough
to show the skills of innocence.
Some unfelt happiness
would surely have escaped
from the cries when
rubber color of my right braid
would not match with my left.
Cries which made mother
to pleat hairs again for me.
Some utopian meaning
would surely have changed
of the tears from
frailty to emphatic.
The hugs of the barbie dolls
The random fights with brother.
All appears to be just house of dust!
The scoldings and kisses of papa
when report-card shown to him,
The understanding which now
came of the shinning twinkle
in his eyes!
Where the time was confined
in second and minute hands
and the transition now shows
time in indigo color of the sky,
the rain drops felt by the body
and some ripen moments of life!
Happiness changed from
undiminished joy to angelic ache.
The pleasing amiable ache
which defines the power of woman
A transit of an ordinary girl
in white shirt and grey skirt
into an unordinary woman
in the purity and power of divinity!
I still love to cherish that tiny innocent childish part of me and will never want to let it go
Neilina – Yeah, me too!