Voice to My Thoughts!!!

I came home with an extra pencil and eraser today, he picked me up, my dad, and put a hand on the left cheek and rubbed gently. It’s not good to take other’s thing, give it back tomorrow, he said with a loving smile. He pulled me closer, you shouldn’t do that again, he said and kissed. I was five years old. Who was I to listen to him? I was eating chocolate, looking here and there, hoping no one was watching me. How was the chocolate? He asked when I came home. Colours of happiness on my face replaced with a blank expression. He didn’t ask how I got the chocolate. He probably knew I must have stolen it from somewhere, from someone. He got angry, he wanted to slap but my mom couldn’t let him do so. I was just seven years old. He threw a few words in anger. I got more homework and no dinner. But who was I to listen to him? I was playing cricket with friends on the street. My father came from the office, watched us play for some time. He smiled and taught me the right way to d...

        The wounds you gave me, they still hurt,         but I choose not to cry now.         The hole you left in my heart cause pains,         but I choose not to feel it anymore now.         The eyes you used to watch in, still cries         but I choose not to show it out now.         The lips which used to lock with yours, now dries,         but I choose not to share love now.         The messages we shared, I still read,         but I choose to destroy them all.         The way you used to look at me, still flashes,         but I choose not to miss you now.         The first picture we took together, I still see,         but I choose to tear it now.   ...