Whirlpool of emotions

He kept staring at me, looking at me hard. In the whirlpool of emotions he kept getting lost. How would he understand me. When the universe failed to understand her. Only the creator n her knew what she was. Rest just kept getting baffled. They called her cold,unfeeling n hard. But no one ever stopped long enough to question the coldness , hardness n brutality which became her signature style. Her Armour to the outside world . The Armour which protected her from disillusionment. The Armour kept getting stronger n harder. The creator sighed wistfully n just wished once he had not made her this hard

Ode to the dreams of a child

Ode to the dreams of a child. When I was small , new to this beautiful world walking holding my father's hand. I always thought this is my beautiful world. The world would always be this beautiful. There was peace contentment n happiness around me. No tears no sadness . My little world was lost in beautiful fairy tales. But the day I was brutally shaken from my beautiful world. I saw the ugly world. Every time I was made to see something more uglier than before, I longed for that dream like quality of life. I grew stronger , life grew tougher but the day I met that little orphan. I  saw a life more uglier. Where did the dreams go. Why were the fairy tales never come true. There was nothing more heartbreaking than the illusion of love n the breaking of illusions. Yet the little one grew up forgetting the childhood where did her childhood go? Lost in the adversities of life. Where did her smile go? Lost in the maze called experiences. Yet she lives on waiting for life to take her to new experiences. When I turned to the creator broken n spent. He smiled gave me his hand n said " come to me my child" I tested u enough😊