Reflections

One after the other,

They keep on crossing

The pathways in her mind,

A few of them lurking in a corner somewhere.

These memories of her lonely childhood

Play havoc sometimes,

Yet they bring in appreciation for those

Who have enriched her life

With their love n care,

Whose presence have made a difference.

At times she reflects on those moments of sheer frustration

When she used to tear, her dreams turned into ashes

In the furnace of relationships and responsibilities.

A young girl with tears of disappointment with herself

And loads of grievances for all those around her.

Reflecting back, that little girl

Has come so far, still a little girl may be

But a lot more happier

Not only with herself

But also reconciled with the shadows and sun around.

-Vinita Surana