A fairy tale

To some world, an embodiment of strength
to another, arrogance.
No one knows my story,
the wounds or scars, I carry.

I don't speak of myself;
or what hurdles, curves and bends
I've been through
Because life is a journey and I'm yet to reach the end.

I however can't escape
the fact that I'm talked about;
Thus, the scrutiny of the ways of my life.
Oh! My small world.

The word then makes its rounds
Of the barriers overcame, and the perceived contributions;
Small acts of kindness, I believe-
"It's a fairy tale" is the comment.

I'd never play victim,
I don't like being one.
I'd rather die fighting for what's mine
By merit not con.

I don't believe in taking hostage,
My sweet revenge,
lies in the success I don't talk about;
And you are too blind to see!

Dated, 31-7-99.

Opening a book,
Looking for something...

I happen to stumble upon
a letter... from my father.
Dated, 31-7-99.
Now it's 2013
more than a decade had passed
I thought...

Then I sat down to read it,
word by word, line by line
As if rewinding
the hands of time.

Pa, the feelings you felt then,
Are frozen right in front of me
How do I care if things have changed?
I love it that I know
What they once had been.