I would sit beside the window of the restaurant i used to like the most, and the view outside
through which i look, the jingle bells
striking and rhythms that made my
heart cry, while watching the birthday nights people used to reside.

Having together like they are one, to few i look upon happy and kissing , i once wished i had
one too but i was all alone.

Burning the candles dip inside the cupcakes
i used to laugh alone in fear of loosing myself
more than anyone whome i love.

Seeing the children and thier parents in the restaurant i had a thought of where mine were ?then my inner speaks to me "but they are simple".

Only wishes were the gifts i deserved , which i used to carry with, through the nights which whispered, the song of happy birthdays to me.

The shallow grief i used to have within, with which i used to blow the candles of wish.

I was not wrong celebrating my birthday with no guests on, it was me, with whom no one wanted to taste the cake with and sing songs along.

I used to look at people's face so do they looking at mine and watching, the kid sitting in the corner with a note wrapped within his shivering palm, while they didn't knew it was something, i wrote to myself which said "Happy birthday till the end of the day if nothing goes wrong"

© Parth vyas