THAT DAY WHEN YOU MISS YOUR MOM ......

Its always said that the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world ...

Is the proverb right ...I would say yes ...

I think father and mother are equally important but i always feel mom is mom and no one in the world can replace your mom in life ...

Today sitting in the house in front of laptop opposite  to moms photo who is no  hearing loud rock music in the ears and my heart and soul saying her loudly  i really miss you mom ...i want you ..protect me...

Never faced so much tension in life what i felt in the last six months ...

Going through the same phase when the boiled potato already cooked is ready to explode but it is covered under the cooker top 

Want to fight ....

Want to go against many things

Want to screw many people

want to kick many people ...

Want to say to to the fucking world that i will do whatever i feel ...

whatever is right ...

dont torture me ...make me feel free...

you all complain about me ...

You all say that i am small and i haven't seen the world ..

but damn you fuckers i dont want to live in the creeping world ...

Stop fighting with me ..Stop complaining about me 

Love me instead of fighting ...make me happy instead of complaining like mom do...

I want to stay in the world created by my mom ...

I want to remain in the shield protected by mom ..

I want to sleep in the palm of my mother ..

I want to tease her ..laugh with her ...want to spend all those moments which i couldn't 

I wish mom you would be there with me ......