Figments of my life

I woke up to a morning shrill,
to my mother's clamant voice.
A tad guilt ran down my spine,
I realized I was late.
Yet my mind it did not stir,
a perfect poise I so admire.

I woke up to my sister's hearty laughter,
I wanted to sleep a little more,
but her possessive love overpowered me.
Her excitement brushed into mine,
hearty and happy we went to dine.

I woke up to a long-drawn murmur,
of voices deep embedded.
A nourishing thought of working hard,
filled my ignited heart.
Hard and harder; tough and tougher,
I swang to the top.
A sense of pride engulfed me, and never let me drop.

I woke up to the sound of Shehnai,
I was to get married,
a strange concoction of fear and excitement
ran down my throat- a feeling I never felt before.
Happy and sad, excited and nervous,
I started a new voyage.

I woke up to my baby's cry,
willingly I wiped her dry.
Busy like a bumble bee,
I nurtured my doll - till she was old and free.

I woke up to a soft whispery voice.
It was my Inner voice.
Convicted me of several things,
convicted me of killing my dreams.
The ground was set, the referee set to go,
then I should have flown,
But the whistle, the whistle - was never blown.
The labyrinth of life
costed my dreams a sharpened knife.

He is happy, she is fit...
But I gave myself a dreadful gift.