Not Safe.
She is just a child.
A normal child with hopes and dreams, with fantasies and wishes, wants and needs. They might pin point her as indifferent, the might pin point her as too cool, pin point her as the one in the wrong profession; but she is just a child.
You only see what you want to see, and she only makes you perceive what you want to believe. And all you see is the facade of a happy-go-lucky girl; had you looked closer you would see that.
She cried when she didn't get something she deserved.
She silently tried to pull back her tears, when she saw her mother crying - but let them free when they got too heavy. She missed her grandmother, and the mother missed the mother.
She hurt when she didn't achieve the grades that she had worked for.
She, just a little girl, gets scared when the lightening roars too loud.
Slowly eroding away, the smiles are slipping, the act is ending. She finds herself in a crowd of people, feeling lonelier than ever. Everyday in a white car, on the highway, swifting through the colours of the passing cars, in a blur - white, black, yellow, red. She looks at the girl sitting next to her, she makes her feel even more dubious of herself. She watches the girl, move her mouth - talking of her friends. It only makes the little girl wish for friends who would've been that great, like the other girl's.
So she comes home, to a mother whose nerves are frayed with worry, frayed to madness.
She comes home to utter Madness.
A normal child with hopes and dreams, with fantasies and wishes, wants and needs. They might pin point her as indifferent, the might pin point her as too cool, pin point her as the one in the wrong profession; but she is just a child.
You only see what you want to see, and she only makes you perceive what you want to believe. And all you see is the facade of a happy-go-lucky girl; had you looked closer you would see that.
She cried when she didn't get something she deserved.
She silently tried to pull back her tears, when she saw her mother crying - but let them free when they got too heavy. She missed her grandmother, and the mother missed the mother.
She hurt when she didn't achieve the grades that she had worked for.
She, just a little girl, gets scared when the lightening roars too loud.
Slowly eroding away, the smiles are slipping, the act is ending. She finds herself in a crowd of people, feeling lonelier than ever. Everyday in a white car, on the highway, swifting through the colours of the passing cars, in a blur - white, black, yellow, red. She looks at the girl sitting next to her, she makes her feel even more dubious of herself. She watches the girl, move her mouth - talking of her friends. It only makes the little girl wish for friends who would've been that great, like the other girl's.
So she comes home, to a mother whose nerves are frayed with worry, frayed to madness.
She comes home to utter Madness.
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i was just waiting for your post !! i was waiting that when i could start cheekhafying on u !
KAHAN THEE ??
where the heck had u been ?? tumhein bohat shok hai naa apnay aap ko akaila kernay kaa ??
yaar :( ... miss u !! pls come back to the world !!
Sitting here alone,
With no one by my side.
I called for your name,
But I knew you'd never come.
This is the story of my life,
All filled with lies, tears,
And all falling down.
With no arms to catch me by.
I'm yearning for you.
and yess my only desire was to save you,
To be your one and only savior....
duffer ZINDA HO JAA AB !!
huh
Dost dost naa rahaaaa !! pyar pyarr naa rahaa !!
zindagi yeh blah blah ... zindagii naaa rahiii blah blah blah =( !!
I think all in all, we're lucky to be surrounded by family rather than the madness of war.
:/