Category: 👣Memoir

The poem in the head is always perfect. Here, it is just random lines of thought!!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and truly an imagination of the mind. Resemblance to any situation is a coincidence.

I asked, he delivered

Is he a delivery boy?

I dream, he strives to achieve

Is he an achiever?

I think about something, he does everything

Is he a doer?

I point at something, and he jumps right in

Is he a go-getter?

I am an anxious person, he calms me with his sweet voice

Is he my anchor?

I have an OCD, he set things right for me

Is he a meticulous?

I demand things, he delivers everything

Is he my delivery man?

I want to go outside, he drives me everywhere

Is he my chauffeur?

I see a rose, he grows me a garden

Is he my gardener?

I want him, he behaves as if I already have him

Is he my man?

He is none of the those things but tries to be everything just for me.

I think he is my one but he is my everything.

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Menaka Sangwan

Someone crossed our path like no one has ever did

No matter how often the sand veils the trail

The dune has to shift

Leaving behind the creatures print that once walked

When the imagined image fades

The real person appears

Eyes searching in another for a life once lived

A life more beautiful when everything is usual

The future holds its breath in the turning seasons

And winter, quiet and unsure

Shows the path ahead

Lit only by a halogen light

Yellow light will bring the brightness in path

When the switch is on.

..

Menaka Sangwan

She feels nothing at times

Goes through it all at once

Her mind is like a sky covered with grey clouds

Barely able to see the things clearly

When storm hit the clouds its the time

Rain happens and clears sky

Clearing all tangled thoughts

Make her feel she’s her own

Complex situations work fine until math

When real world became that equations

The i (iota) is never been known

The I is lost in lots of WE

And equation remains unsolved

When will she know she’s the one

Chosen by divine to do beautiful things

Healing time feels like the most depressing part

Forgets it’s the part of the one i.e. negligible one

When she’ll know she is the whole

Not just part of THE ONE

Sky has to be blue soon for sure!!

SHE/HER.

Menaka Sangwan

⚠️Disclaimer: This is written by 13 year old version of me.

A girl with dreams in her eyes

Is craving for fries

When she get the fries 

She have tears in her eyes

Her teary eyes looks for books

Without worrying about looks

Eyes shining like diamond in sun

Enjoying her own life is no less than fun

Battling overthinking in her own creepy thoughts

Is like untying her difficult knots

A girl with lot of courage 

And being strong with her own savage,

Someone who was born in small town 

She had big dreams for her crown

She is the eldest one

It’s a new journey everyday for her to begun

A studious kid who loves to read 

Summer holidays are her old newspaper read

Fighting battles of her own

She will raise bar of many like her own

She’ll surely win her fight

Without leaving things on chance or might

She want to achieve some but got all

In her hands, the world began to fall

…

But whole universe runs on belief

Her only purpose for life

Is to search for the light

That is always present within her

But she is focused looking in outer world.

Being an adult is FUN!

Menaka Sangwan

From being disciplined in actions to chaos in head
From being a dependent kid to an independent adult
Waking up at 4 in morning to sleeping at 2 in night
We all grew up!

Waking up by Mamma’s sweet voice to cringe Alarm sound
From preparing school dress at night to doing everything in morning rush
Changing schools every 3 years to a permanent job
We all grew up!

Asking money for a lollipop to buying luxury things with own money
Saving 10 bucks to spending thousands
Carrying phone secretly in school to openly using at work
We all grew up!

Loving birthdays to celebrating work anniversaries
Avoiding tea to consuming caffeine at work
Passing in classes to promotions in jobs
Namaste to good mornings
We all grew up!

Do we really grow up or just acting👩‍🦯 like the one?

I’m an adult now, no longer a child, why God?🧝🏼‍♀️

Menaka Sangwan