What if, if someone would pick up my dreams and bloom it like flowers

Maa, I am afraid to see the tender scars vanish permanently,

Those I don't adore but couldn't think my life without them,

So please tell them to stay sticking to my body comforting my hollow heart and haunt anytime,

Maa, eyes don't want to ruin the wistful dreams watched at sleepovers on a graveyard of emotions,

Emerging tears blend in the foamy waters of raining July.

Attire heavy outfits that encased and hide what I want to show this world.

Maa, I am broken but still wouldn't say it loudly as I would become an entertainment for the ones who always mocked me for being ugly,

I cried in pain and helplessness because heart didn't know the definition of pretty and ugly but it shatters in night's vision,

Beam of joy extinguish and there is all black around cloak me in silence,

The crushing sound of crumbled papers laying on the floor echoes my dreams I wrote once ago,

Those I stuffed in an half torn old diary to be read by them who hate me when I would be blocked by life and left to loiter in breezes,

Streams of pain on my pale face fated to trigger my heart and soul, and barely care about when recalled later.

Maa, Don't want that reflection of tears control my busy senses in chilling autumn,

Laces and frill on the clothesline unzipped the nostalgia's of my childhood,

The number of rotis you baked changed my tastes of mid mornings and afternoons,

Caramelized evenings crested zillion night's with fidget chimera on cobalt screen,

The glittering fidget would be mine if I could've rebel when I'm sold to the diagonal dark alleys where every night and day I've sold my soul to the people who snatched me like vultures .They don't know my real name because I've to adopt a new name in this new place,

It charred each pieces of broken chimera until I'm done with my life .

Maa, parting of my hair hold aromas of Jasmine and sometimes mogra affably entertain the muses of my buyers,

The dim yet colourful lights shadows my moves across the floor,

I don't know to dance but rise in tortures sway my swollen body to lines rhyming on harmonium around the empty halls,

The metallic balls over a velvet cloth on my torso strung together creating loud melodies gently performed on beats,

Ashtray of my soul I immersed in the shower water after every night,

Eyes with blue liners sheds dreams after dreams and brimming miseries cajole to sink down in the lightless tunnel.

Maa, Would you love me now as you did when I lived with you and dad ?

Wipe my tears holding me with your soft arms,

Would I feel the same warmth in your cuddles and hugs ?

Would I find the shine in your smile which dissipates my agonies ?

And would dad agree to become my chess partner once again ?

Everything I hope would be the same except my dreams that had been grinded for the pleasures of my buyers.

Maa, where would be the dreams gone floating through the lightless caves ?

Would it be traveling to paradise or exchanged it routes towards purgatory ?

Maa would your innocent heart pray on behalf of me until someone unknown picked it up and bloom it like flowers in a garden of peace?

And tell them to caress them with utmost love,

Would you get me the first petals of my dream I want to see how my dreams look? But ask them before tearing it .

Tearing can pain my dreams because I know the pains of it,

I don't want my dreams to bleed as I myself bleed to comfort others who buy me in higher prices,

The smell of hookahs, bidis and cigars choke my throat but body seldom to their terms,

Afternoon chaos of the streets becomes my escape,

Hymns from conch shell blows away all my sins,

Till dawn of the evening metamorphose me again.