The mount of hope, unconquered by daydreams of young present. ~Nila

As You Grow Up

Darling, Someday, you will wake up, Leaving swings and kite strings; Learning lies and fake smiles, With a bunch of questions Clasping your young hand. Their raised eyebrows, Will search for a flaw, Rather than your glow. Behind stumbling words And mumbling walls, You will see them, Peeking at the one you plucked, Among scores…

Masks of Pretence

We fall in love, less with people and more with their well-crafted masks. Then we wonder how do they change like seasons when they only replace masks once it is worn-out. ~Nila