Looking Back

He was sitting in his backyard,bent over his newspaper.Mind wandering.A sudden shriek made him look up to see his grandchildren running,fighting,playing,rolling over each other with laughter.One of them asked the other one to climb up the big banyan tree that had been tenderely cared after since time immemorial.The other kid refused saying what if he fell down and failed to reach the top.Everyone would laugh.
An untold agony spread across the old man's heart,sitting and looking at his grandchildren.The past came haunting.The day when he had refused to live his dreams,his passion because of  the fear of failiure that not him but the world had implanted in his mind 50 years ago.Looking back,he found nothing substantial that he had done with his life that could now make him happy except his family and bank account.All his talent,dreams laid buried down somewhere deep in the past.He had nothing but the regret to have lived the life that he did not expect to but was expected of him by the world.Regrets,regrets and only regrets.Nothing else.

Dreams

Through the night,the darkness slowly crept up into the emptiness.She lied in her bed,fighting against her own tears as her vision of the starry sky outside her bedroom's window became blurred time and again.The words echoed in the hollow of her head.She wanted to ask if really was it a crime to be what you want to be?Or is it for the society to decide your way of living?Haven't I been born to fulfill my dreams and aspirations and not theirs?But who would listen?who would answer?
"We are not going to let you go astray,making your stupid dream career.You will do exactly what we think is the best for you.Abandon every other thought you have."
The echo grew louder as did her ache.The most painfull of all things breaking is dreams because they are the ones that make no noise when they break but the kill the person on the inside dreaming them.She had nothing left.The only asset she possessed had been snatched away from her,encaging her in bars of societal expectations.She rolled around in her bed,buried down her face into the pillow and for the numereth time that night began the wailing of the shattered girl.