The one I’ll look up to.

What if you meet your eight year old self today?
What will you tell her?
Will you warn her of future?

Without a pause, I’d wrap her in my arms.
Narrate the tale of a girl
who’s a lot like her.
But will she recognize herself
When she looks at my face?
The untamed world; I try and hide in
The dark circles beneath my eyes.

There’d be joy in her naive smile
To give it back, I’d walk the long mile.
A silent plea, dances on my lips
too scared to be voiced;
Because my eight year old self believes,
this world can be nice.
Those innocent eyes,
too tender to make a choice;
‘Tis a harsh World, takes life as a sacrifice
Every choice has a price
So, little one, think twice!

Do I fly or stand still?
Am I a dreamer or a cynic?
Am I  liberated or utterly repressed?

This exquisite discontent,
of lost innocence!

There will be people, flicking through your pages.
A judging world will
Tell you a begrudging tale
Of love, betrayal and hypocrisy.

I might want to give up and when I want to,
She’s the one I would look up to.

Published by Anushk@

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41 thoughts on “The one I’ll look up to.

  1. When I think of what points I like the most in this one…
    First thing would be the priority you set for yourself.
    And by the word yourself I mean both of you…the one going back in time and the little one🤗.
    I really like the thoughts trembling in your head while you are being ready to meet yourself.
    I believe the people we are today if we have to go back to the younger us…it might get difficult to say everything we want to…
    Most of us would only want to warn the younger self of the things we are going to be in the future , things we are going to face in future …even after knowing the fact that eventually everything that happened taught us to be what we are…and if anything that happened wasn’t right for us…it happened bcz we weren’t controlling it.
    I loved the way you didn’t warn her or the things might made you suffer…you told her only the things that helped her being the ideal for yourself.
    Nothing but us can make us suffer less when we Instead of expecting only happiness in life …start to expect right thing from ourselves.
    Your post made me think how would it be like for me to meet 8 year old me ….I thought and thought and thought …. decided
    not think because I wouldn’t be able to do the job as marvellously as you did.
    But I do want to meet 8 year old anushk@.
    And tell her…(to be continued in your mail box)

    Thank you for writing this.
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    1. Bhiayaa yarrrr, who does such a big comment, don’t even read it😜😜😜
      But Shi h , Our Nush Nush will be happy after reading😂😂
      Sahi kaha n ???
      Anushk@

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  2. Anushk@
    You beauty…this theme…even though this ain’t that unique of a theme.
    One thing I am assured of that none of the post on this theme filled my eyes the way this creation of yours did.
    You have a way of saying your things…I am sure the kind of a person you are being carved into by the experiences of life …your 8 year old would definitely become a fan of you and obviously not a bigger fan than me.
    I am sooo happy you got to post twice this week …you made my weekend productive enough with just one read to this💙.
    I am sure tomorrow it’ll be a cheerful Sunday for me.
    soy tu fan.

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  3. This is so sentimental, beautiful. Particularly the second paragraph, amazing. And how you made her understand about the cruel world, so beautiful.
    You never fail to amaze me Anushka😍
    ( I can imagine eight year old Anushka😛)

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