diwali bring out the light
the season of brightness in life
but not in my house
which is full of surrows and never ending fight
homecoming is always exciting
when far away from home
the idea of happiness and sweets
often fullfill my heart with happy daydreams
shredded in a blink of an eye
with the actual reality
tensioned, burning out my happy tears
in the rivers of debt on our bodies
how much love is too much love?
i often ask myself: when in mourning
from my previous life
which ended on the end of june
just before the monsoon cries
my skin being a hybrid of
my strong mother and a strict father
often forget to realise how it feels to be happy
not just in someone’s presence
but in the natures eye.