Why Did You Never Teach Me?

You taught me how to,
Toughen up against the world,
Stand up for my rights,
Be morally right,
And polite.

You taught me how to,
Love selflessly,
And to keep the family together,
To understand and listen,
Be kind.

You taught me how to,
Smile in pain,
And not be afraid,
Be grateful,
And work hard.

But why is it that,
Tears roll down my cheeks,
When my forehead burns with fever,
Or when an injection hurts?

Why is it that everything I cook,
Reminds me of you?

Why is it that you never taught me,
How to live without you??

Mom, I don't know if I have said it enough number of times but I miss you a lot and I'm counting days to the moment when I will see you. I hope that happens soon enough.

All In One Day...

What is this day about? It was about stress. Stress of all kinds. It was about not being able to express yourself and not having the strength to guard myself against "stress". It was about trying to take care of myself (as much as I can) but then failing and suffering as a result. It was about not being able to explain myself without sounding rude. That was me losing the battle against this stressful day. But is it over? No, not yet. Not before the "guilt" comes crawling into my mind of not being able to become the perfect partner one expects when the door opens, the door to our abode. It was about having a cheerful smile because you missed seeing him the whole day in spite of the day being so mean to you. But it was also about frowning and getting really disappointed at the fact that you do need to justify yourself even if you are not wrong.

But like I said, it was after all just a day. It came to an end and the Sun will rise again tomorrow and I'll be here to see it. Phew! Writing does help. So do we say that I won the battle after all?