The Beginning.

Is the clock ticking,
Or do I feel so,
Everything now seems to be tranquil,
I hear my heart beat to the ticking,
All I know is that,
My fingers are fighting to come out,
Something within me feels alive now,
I want to come out,
And look into her eyes,
But the love holds me back,
I don't know,
If I'm going to have it later,
I can feel the love and warmth for me,
Given her who takes care of me,
I was just a  piece,
Growing for months,
Who strokes her hand affection,
Come right into me,
Even after a barrier within us,
I wander in black for days,
Listening to songs she sings,
The words she says,
Imprint in my mind,
Her voice helps me grow,
The belonging of me,
Makes me happy,
I suddenly feel the,
Cold air hitting me,
The love I grew in,
Feels empty now,
I listen to  my cries,
And tears run down,
I'm out now looking around,
Searching the eyes to pacify,
Someone takes in,
The emptiness starts fill in,
Catching her eyes with pain,
Who gave me birth.

Remember the Time.

I remember the last time,
I was here,all excited and nervous,
As that was the first time,
I was ever going to be awarded for my writing,
For all I ever wanted was just moments of honour.

I remember the first time,
Picking the pen to lead my thoughts,
To a new dimension of mine,
Sometimes they lead with glee,
 But at times they didn't turn into words,
Difficult to understand what these thoughts meant.

I still remember the first time,
I ever went on a stage,
To accept my glory,honour,
My fingers reaching out to hold,
Back then I thought it out of my reach,
But then it was never,I am giving my thank.

I remember that time,
When we say together,
Talking about our beautifully crafted future,
Oh! Brother you said you,
You wanted a day under your name,
But that big is what I didn't want.

I know this is my last time,
For me to receive my award,
This is what I always dreaded,
The era of mine now comes to an end,
All of these feelings are overwhelming,
This is the last time I put them in words,
The last time.