Lost

Wandering through life full of joy and glee,
I too once stopped to smell the sand and the sea.
And when life changed ...
I became, whatever they wanted me to be.
Forgetting all along what it was to be me.
Only, to then know, that Lost is not a nice place to be.
Lost - Is just some place where 'you' cant see me.
But look harder - there is still a 'me'.

Daddy's little girl

The cowardly terror attack at Pulwama (India) took away innocent lives of soldiers of the Indian Army. One of them died without seeing his 2 month old daughter.  This poem is for her. 

Daddy's little girl

Goodbye my brave daddy,
Not seen you even once,
I will have no memory of you, because I got here - just 2 months!

I think I must have waited,
but know you'll never come,
the only way to know you now,
will be from the tales mom's tears will hum.

I know you must have longed,
to see me really soon.
But you did what you had to-
What followed was misfortune.

I will know you from the world-
The brave heart that you were.
But how will you ever know me?
That will always be a blur.

I know not War and Peace,
And I don't know the world.
But the one thing I will never know is,
how to be my daddy's little girl