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I grew up, to the seemingly eternal cuddle of deep pamper. I grew up, to the fragility of growing up, To the brittle air, to the 'confident' upbringing.!  I grew up, to the musings of critics, Paused in the tangent of 'donts', Harmed in the struggle to meet the 'dos'. I grew up, to the shuddering touch of fear, To the reluctance of 'a hold'.! I grew up, amidst ignorant waves, That baffled the shores consecutively, Too occupied to look at the observers. I grew up, among the crowd, who demanded a stranger from me. But i grew up. As I watched myself, Shift my gaze from playful innocence to hope, to fear,  to suspicion, to happiness, to cries,  to secrets, to ignorance, to solitude... to me.! I grew up. -mumthaaz

Let me pixelate into the Ocean. And dwell among the reefs.! For the reefs are chaotic yet silent. And silence is beautiful.! -mumthaaz

It was a sign. An indication of a change. The dawn in some tone of apricot. It was unusual. And I could hear the trumpet of my heart, From above. Came he. Gentle. Cold. And touched. As soothing as it was, I lifted the lush eyelid. I fell in love. I broke open the ramparts. And bloomed in ochre. "Beautiful", said he. And he drenched me. While I swayed captive. I knew the time not, Until the dark took over. And said he, "Golden is what you deserve, The dark is deceit, So am I " And the he coerced, While the ochre petals triggered. I cried. To twin him. Yet he shunned. And then he left. I still bloom. In the fragrance of his petrichor. I bloom. For me. -mumthaaz