I recognize this face peering through the mirror The left cheek has my mother’s freckles The right has my father’s mole The eyebrows are those of my grandma The chin i hope resembles that of my grandpa The lips are same as my elder brother The rest perhaps is uniquely mine I see the reflection of different people in me And i search for my glimpse in my child As his legs are outgrowing his pajamas Animal prints getting replaced by cartoons Checks and stripes instead of just blue I see life growing up with him I see the chubby cheeks toning down And I wish he doesn’t become an adult like me Let him stay a child for as long as he can The small feet are no longer small The tiny fingers no more delicate He chuckles and smiles when I ask him to stop growing Mamma…i’ll be big enough to take care of you But I just want you to be my baby forever So that I can hug you tight and feel the bliss Of the music of innocent heartbeats.
She got a fish bowl home, two fishes swam in fear. The goldfish tried to hide. The black fish took it’s care. Their world is made of glass- no trees, no birds or ground. Just a transparent small bowl with a bottom thick and round. The water is filtered and bitter diluted with salty sea water. Their food is artificial and scarce. Their lifespan is short…no, shorter. The black fish died last night. Life faded away its sins. It was no more black. It had golden fins. It is finally home, floating in the heavenly sea. Probably reunited with dear ones as fate set its soul free. The goldfish swims lonely and sad, fear died with its guardian friend Blowing bubbles of tears on the surface- waiting for this punishment to end.