Petals of Life

When a girl of ‘age’ posts something sad on her social network profile, nearly everyone jumps to the conclusion that she either suffered a broken heart or had a fight with her BF. How lucky such a girl would be, to be having lover’s tiffs at the age when she should have them! And then I realised, how lucky people would be when right things happen at the right age... You take your baby steps and fall down often, break you teeth, but that’s okay. They are baby teeth, they will regrow. You throw away your pencils and go out to play instead of doing homework, your mother scolds you when you come back, but that’s okay. School Life is when you learn, play and grow. You battle your eyes at guys, you notice someone who cares for you, you develop crushes on random strangers, in midst of all this you fight to get a good score to get into a college, you study long hours, but that’s okay. You are young, you have a great health, you can endure anything. You fall insanely in love, yo...

A rustle of wind, caught her hair, it swirled her tresses and a skimpy skirt, she fluttered her eyelashes at bypassers, smiled invitingly, trying to flirt. It was a hot summer’s day all around, yet she could feel a chill in her heart, a gaudy suited man, stepped in her porch, she brightened her smile, quick and tart. It was usual for the men she bedded, they came and went, satisfied to core, but in their wake she cried and wept, she felt like a mermaid washed ashore. She was not endowed with wealth aplenty, Nor was she blessed with a parent’s care, She was always a prey, an exotic bait, Never sheltered from stranger’s stare. She never dreamed, for she just knew, She would never have a ‘proper’ life, She will be a bedsport, a playtoy, She would be a whore, never a wife. Her life was someone’s game of dice, Yet she lived, she didn’t know why, She still smiled at her new ‘customer’, her present still lived, letting her future die. ...

She stares at the rising sun, her chin up, her hair's a tight bun, They wonder where her femininity hides, 'coz none know her spirted girlish side. She waves compliments unconcerned, when peers praise, for she is learned, they wonder of what stone is she made, 'coz none look behind her tough facade. She walks with supreme disdain,  her fury can have a dragon slain, they wonder when her attitude will fall, 'coz none feel her affection for all. She faces problems with might, solves with intelligence and insight, they wonder how she keeps her calm, 'coz none notice her inner storm. She mingles with incredible grace, wears make-up thick on her face, they wonder who can resist her charm, But none keep her wintery life warm. She laughs at little things, She flirts and talks of flings, they wonder why she smiles a lot, 'coz none see her broken heart.