Her dreams...

She wanted to float on oceans,
Climb the mountains,
Travel around the world...
Cook or even ski,
To her parents,
She was an impossible dreamer,
She was bounded by her parent's fears,
And her parent's thoughts,
Were bounded by society typical stereotypes,
The fear of losing her parents to her dreams,
So she saw different dreams,
But her every dreams very difficult to fulfil...
But she once took a decision...
She always wanted to fulfil her parents wish,
And her too but their dreams,
Unfortunately couldn't go along,
She felt pained,
For her and for he parents but,
She couldn't do anything other than that,
Thus, she ended up getting hurt,
And hurting others around her...
The decisions she took was even if,
She had to sacrifice her happiness,
For a while, she would,
She promised herself,
Once she will find the courage and fulfil her dreams,
Even if she will have a daughter by then..
But she won't ever stop dreaming and hoping
Because that's the only thing that gets,
To cheerful daily morning smiles...
She filled herself with hope...
Hope that was bounded to her dreams...

Opinion an onion...

He said something,
She heard the exact words he uttered...
But when she gave it a thought,
And replied to him with little bit sense
And said this is my opinion,
He heard it as onion...
Because of him,
Girls belonged to
A square called the home/ kitchen...
She smiled sadly at him and let go of the matter...
She was taught to tolerate & sacrifice...
What he learnt could be seen and heard...
But her silence was not seen or heard...
Her happiness was around him
Even when he treated her poorly,
But one day she said,
Enough is enough
And she left with her pride...
And let go of the man she loved...
Because the day she started living with him...
She learned how to love herself
Can be hurtful still,
It eventually she knew the power inside her and she left...

Rose Flower

He bought roses,

Every day he bought roses from me,

When asked, told its for someone special,

Mad in love, teased I...

This went on for a while,

I asked to meet his girlfriend,

Who is so lucky to have him,

But, he didn't return the next day...

This made me curious,

Days passed,

Finally, he came and had a bundle of old roses,

Which he bought for his girlfriend.

He said he was gonna propose,

So, I asked him if his crush didn't know..?

He said this would be his last visit.

adding, if she is gonna reject then he wouldn't need any rose.

So, I encouraged him don't be sad,

she will surely be smitten by him,

he said he too hope so,

Then I wished him luck.

He gave me that bundle of roses,

to fill the bundle with the fresh rose with,

The flower he bought from the day he saw her,

But I wouldn't like to bother to see her...

I tied the bundle and last rose to him,

saying farewell we part,

Two seconds later someone called me by name,

I felt the sound familiar and turned around...

When I turned around,

There he was smiling at me,

My eyes welled as I saw him,

Kneeling to me holding the rose...

My smile replied to his unsaid question...

- NAYANA SUBHASH

Or is this my destiny..?

I feel like,

Like an unwanted flower,

Flowers are liked by everyone...

But I'm a flower,

Was I born just to fall...?

I may not be a rose or sunflower,

But I'm that flower that goes unnoticed,

Not beauty nor qualities,

Still, I'm a flower,

Wondering anyone would pick me ever...?

I'm just a flower with lots of thorns,

Even cactus are planted at homes,

Still why not me..?

I just want to be liked and cared.

If I was not made to attract then why he made me..?

Simply to go unnoticed...?

Just to disappear..?

Or is this my destiny..?

                                                                                      - Nayana Subhash

A dream...

A dream... Many feelings in us are out of control. Why does this happen in us..? Because deep inside somewhere we want that dream or feeling to happen. Maybe this somewhere can be mind, heart, subconscious.

I think in my subconscious my mind too needs to much things that I can't do in my real life. Dreams like to travel, sing, write, dance, love etc.. It changes a person's mindset. My parents think that a person like me is impossible to live with. Maybe they have only seen my one side. That one side can be darker, warm, lovely anything. That part of me may be different to different people and situation. Because some friends say that I'm too introvert. But some people say that I'm the craziest person that they have ever seen. Why is it so difficult to under a person this simple mind...

So talking about one of my dreams is that all the parents in the world should understand their kids whatever the situations are... This doesn't mean that my parents don't support. I just hope that every parent in the world should understand and support.

Every parent should be like a dream catcher to every child who catches there scary dreams away...

Left Me..

He left anyway,

He left me anyway,

He knew I loved Him…

He knew my nerves,

Still, he let me go…

Once dreamed a world for together,

Planned our future through…

He was mesmerised by me,

And so was I…

Still, we let go…

Misunderstanding could have gone,

If we still talked to one another,

Instead of relying on that third person,

Who pulled us apart…

Maybe that was our destiny…

                 

The time we loved is still,

Fresh in my memories,

Like yesterday…

We both were in a hurry,

So finally, we lost each other…

– Nayana Subhash

Rose Flowers...

He bought roses,

Every day he bought roses from me,

When asked, told its for someone special,

Mad in love, teased I...

This went on for a while,

I asked to meet his girlfriend,

Who is so lucky to have him,

But, he didn't return the next day...

This made me curious,

Days passed,

Finally, he came and had a bundle of old roses,

Which he bought for his girlfriend.

He said he was gonna propose,

So, I asked him if his crush didn't know..?

He said this would be his last visit.

adding, if she is gonna reject then he wouldn't need any rose.

So, I encouraged him don't be sad,

she will surely be smitten by him,

he said he too hope so,

Then I wished him luck.

He gave me that bundle of roses,

to fill the bundle with the fresh rose with,

The flower he bought from the day he saw her,

But I wouldn't like to bother to see her...

I tied the bundle and last rose to him,

saying farewell we part,

Two seconds later someone called me by name,

I felt the sound familiar and turned around...

When I turned around,

There he was smiling at me,

My eyes welled as I saw him,

Kneeling to me holding the rose...

My smile replied to his unsaid question...

- NAYANA SUBHASH