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Dear Mirror

Dear Mirror,
Every time I looked at you
I found the girl inside asking for something.
It was a no brainer to be honest
So, I gave her all green veggies, and took her under my wing.


She still seemed miserable.
Hurt was her heart.
Well, I know her since childhood…
So, I advised to be careful with the carbs.


Trust me, just tell her to work up some sweat.
Proteins will give her everything that she wants.
But why does she still have such longing eyes?
I am giving her all the support that others can’t.


I have watched her doing all this since forever.
Maybe she is just tired of all the unsolicited advice.
Dear Mirror,
Please tell her that I just wanted to help, just trying to be nice.


So, I stopped speaking and tried hard to listen…
I’d do anything to grant her wish!
As I closed my eyes there was a faint whisper,
“Could you just love me like this?”

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Montage

Every time I cook noodles…I make them the way a friend taught me in 11th grade.

That song that I listen to every summer, reminds me of the good old college days.

I eat those spicey wafers…Because of a girl who made me try them once.

I still prefer pencils over pen, Because of a friend I haven’t talked to in several months.

I like telling stories…Someone I used to know told me I’m good with that.

Due to a happy-go-lucky friend now I don’t overthink, Before calling the people with whom I love to chat.

I am obsessed with that book…Because of a boy who told me about it before I knew what I liked.

I figured I enjoyed dancing too, When I saw him shaking a leg all carefree and psyched.

I am still a fan of kdramas…Because of the one who have now stopped watching them.

I try to be more generous when I witnessed, How someone treated me more like family than a friend.

There are movies I love…Because of someone who loved them first.

Someone kind and accepting showed me, There are still people in the world whom I can trust.

Last I saw my dearest friend a decade ago…Now she is hard to find.

I am a little bit more honest every day,Whenever she crosses my mind.

We meet all the people in our life by fate…But the choice of what we carry with us is ours.

I am a montage of everyone I’ve ever liked,Whether they are right next to me or worlds apart.

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Women’s day

You were yelled at all the time
There will always be a reason for their rage.
Have a good look around and analyze
They are always there to show you “your place”.


They have witnessed your suffering
Your agonizing screams, your burnt face.
And then accused your clothes
your confidence, and your “modern” ways.


From taking birth to giving one – everything is controlled.
Your mere existence on this earth, sucks even more…
When for a larger part of your life,
you were made to believe you were untouchable and impure.


Even if you did something wrong
Know that you were never worth the hate.
They shouldn’t have caged you to pay the price
Your freedom is not for them to calculate.


“How dare you share the things I did to you”
“How dare you disclose the things I said”
Just like this they prove they are guilty
Don’t be afraid to raise your voice fearing they will get mad.


Recognize when them leading the way becomes
a sign of dominance in the name of care.
Learn to see what’s in front of you
Excuses for them will only push you towards despair.


Wishing you today they will be there in the crowd
They will roam fearless; they don’t need a mask.
Please do yourself a favor and don’t give them another chance
To be treated like a human, is sometimes too much to ask.


I am often told “Things that doesn’t happen to you
shouldn’t be your concern”.
I guess that’s the reason why victims remain traumatized
while culprit never suffers.


It’s painful to see your wounds
I guess physically you were not that strong.
But the child in you is still kind
I guess that’s the one thing where you can never go wrong.


Keep moving and have faith in yourself
It’s the most beautiful thing you can find.
A space that no one can invade
Your hopeful heart and your peace of mind.

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I don’t ask

I am not the main character,
I get along with everyone fine.
Let me just exist quietly,
I have no intention to shine.


I don’t ask for order…just a little less chaos.
Just try to not always oppose whatever I chose.


See if you can speak…a little less loud.
My heart is racing, please don’t mingle with that crowd.


With wounding words coming from your heart,
Another shred of humanity is tearing apart.


I don’t ask for happiness…just a little less pain.
Just make sure my empty eyes were not in vain.


To survive one more day…I tell myself all the time.
An imaginary delight is better than a realistic whine.


Just close your eyes and take a deep breath,
Focus here for now…we will deal with the aftermath.


I will keep checking on you,
I have hidden a ray of hope safe inside.
Maybe you will help me find it someday,
If you can allow yourself to see past your pride.


Till the time I figure out where do I belong,
I’ll get back to telling stories and songs.


I don’t ask for love…just a little less hate.
Just try not to stain my innocuous portrait.

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Thought for life

Thought for life #2

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The last straw

I was always asked if I need anything,
but the expected answer was only No…
Every question was an accusation,
And I never had any evidence to show.
Control in the name of care, dominance is what they are trying to conceal…
They will always be responsible for how they act, no matter how considerate they feel.

Never… ever… mistake a quiet soul for an empty one,
The people I needed the most taught me I need no-one.
When I picked peace over drama & distance over disrespect,
They got mad at me for trying to keep my sanity intact.
A year can do a lot to a person,
You will know when your perseverance become feeble.
That doesn’t necessarily mean you need therapy dear,
You are just surrounded by the wrong people.
You cannot give people what they are incapable of receiving,
Sometimes the only option that remains for you is silently leaving.


Today I’m thinking about the lies we tell ourselves to get through the day,
When we are stuck-for-life, at someplace we would never wanna stay.
I agree will power is real, but it needs the right conditions to thrive.
Sometimes you will have to let go of the same person many different times.
You keep forgiving them until you learn to unlove,
Often even a decade will fall short, but sometimes just a moment is enough.
Don’t ruin a beautiful day because of someone else,
Every time they are cruel to you, do something kind for yourself.
I heard somewhere that you know you have healed,
When you can tell your story and it doesn’t make you cry…
Being scared for so long has made me cold-blooded,
I have now finally accepted my fate without asking why.
Yes, it is possible to miss something but never want it back,
Changed behavior is the only apology – it’s high time to understand that.

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Articles

Dear You…

Most of the times, human beings are not cruel to each other in general. They don’t have any ulterior motives or villain like personalities. What they do have are control issues, unvented frustrations and misdirected anger problems. Their insecurities and powerlessness drive them to intimidate you. A bully always needs a target and if you are an easy one present in the room, you are trapped. They will shout at you – to make sure they are heard, they expose your weaknesses in front of others – so that they can shift the focus from their own. It’s fascinating to witness how quickly they calm down from their raging anger as soon as you surrender that YOU are in the wrong. It will make you question whether they were really angry or it was just a way to sabotage your self-esteem. You need to remind yourself that if they forget, even for a second, that you are a human, they are not to be trusted.


Always remember that kindness without honesty is manipulation. A very few people, including your close ones, have the heart to speak out the truth. When we are at our lowest, we tend to get tangled in the sugarcoated words. That expensive gift which is supposed to lift your mood, that little praise for all the work you do; all these sometimes can be more patronizing than you can decipher. Draw the line, know when you are exploited and DO NOT ignore any red flags on the way. People show us over and over again exactly who they are, and we look away the first hundred times or so, because it’s easier to look at someone and see what we want to see, instead of what’s really there. That’s okay. These things take time. One day you will take a long hard look and see what they show you the first time, and you will believe it. If you feel a man’s criticism for you unacceptable, then stay far away from all his applauds as well. It’s the whole package that matters!

One doesn’t have to operate with great malice to do great harm. The absence of empathy and understanding are sufficient.

Charles M. Blow


If you can relate to the following, please stop waiting for a miracle and take things in your hands now:
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You are called “too sensitive” for feeling the way you do.
* You have to spend time convincing them that your problems, concerns and feelings are real and justified; and it is exhausting.
* You have to explain to them, multiple times, to stop saying things that genuinely drown your soul.
* Even if they somehow coerce you to confide in them, your consternations will be repudiated harshly.
* In some cases, you will also sense a tone of derision in their voice. Sadly, we humans are very prone to become sadistic if we are not careful.
* When people find even a subtle change in your behavior, their first instinct is to monitor and micromanage you. It hurts to be treated like that from your own friends and family members, but there is nothing you can do other than leaving your expectations behind and move forward.
* Giving them multiple last chances just mean handing them one more bullet – to aim with more precision in case they missed the previous ones.
* In some rare cases, after a few traumatizing years they will finally show up. But may be now you are not the same person. You have become silent & distant, you have stopped trying to seek their validation now. People will choose to remember and recognize only the version of you that they held the most power over, no matter how long it’s been or how much you’ve changed. To your dismay, they will now be blaming you for not making enough efforts.


Growth is painful. Change is painful. But there’s nothing as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong. Dear you… you have spoken, listened, forgiven, and tried so hard. By then you realized that all this changed nothing, and you are just tired now. Everything around seems so loud, so overwhelmingly loud, that in order to protect yourself, you’ll start to shut down. You’ll retreat inside yourself. More than a choice, it becomes a necessity. It might or might not be a conscious decision, but it definitely is a sign that you have had enough. You need “deep rest” now. Accept it, don’t fight it. Give yourself time & space no matter how frightened you are by the surroundings. Only you would know when to surface again, so don’t let anyone else tell otherwise. Anything or anyone that left when you stand up for yourself, when you protect your boundaries, or when you begin to grow, was never meant to stay. You always lose a huge part of yourself when you have such experience in life. But as you heal, everyday you get more and more of yourself back, it might not be the same YOU, but it will feel better. And when you finally discover your self-worth, you will lose interest in anyone who doesn’t see it.

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I will heal

My home will be a home with no loud anger, no explosive rage.
No slamming doors or breaking glass, no keeping anyone in a cage.
No name calling, shaming or blackmail,
No fear, no hurt or blame, my ego will never be that frail.
My home will be gentle, it will be warm…
It will keep my loved ones safe, never be the reason behind any harm.
I may come from a broken and twisted place,
but I will build something whole and safe.
I’ll sing in the shower again, cook with a smile and dance in all the rooms…
There will be laughter on the dinner table, we will take a walk under the moon.
I want to know in real how does all this feel,
Someday I will breathe, someday I will heal.

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When the mind wanders

When the mind wanders…#3

Drawing by me and a song beautifully written by Olivia Rodrigo. A fresh expression of Rose’s perspective in the classic ‘Beauty and the Beast‘.

All my life, I’ve seen myself through your eyes…
Wondering if I am good enough for your time…
You love me but for all the wrong reasons…
Am I something to you and not someone?
I feel trapped in this pedestal you put me on…
There must be someplace else where I belong…
So, I am done living my life just for you…
You watched me wither and now you watch me bloom…
You’re hiding in the dark but I’m reaching for the sun…
You think I’m beautiful but is that all you can fathom?
‘Cause I am more than what I am to you…
You say I’m pretty but I’ve got magic that you never knew…
And I won’t be confined to your point of view…
I’m breaking through the glass you put me in…
For a rose like me this might be the perfect sin…
But I am more than what I am to you…
You say I’m perfect but I’ve got thorns with my petals, too…
And I won’t be confined to your point of view…
I’m breaking through the glass you put me in…
‘Cause my beauty is from within…
My beauty is from within…

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The Perfect Portrait

No one is born ugly, we’re just born in a judgemental society.

Kim Namjoon

She doesn’t know when she made it,
May be somewhere in her dreams…
The town gathered around uninvited,
To scrutinize her work, it seems.


They showered praise and kind words…
They all fell in love.
For it was The Perfect Portrait,
Just one sight was enough.


They said the shapes were adorable,
The colors were mesmerizing…
Just like the sky full of stars beams with pride,
The canvas holding it was shining.


Every morning she checked the painting,
To make sure the beauty is not lost.
The love of the towners & shine of the canvas,
Mattered for her the most.


Slowly the canvas became dull,
As the days passed by…
All her efforts to save the painting were in vain,
Nobody understood why.


Soon the criticism flooded her,
Shapes became distorted; colors started to fade…
She found herself crying,
Over something she involuntarily made.


The towners were frowning, they were disappointed,
Their praise & love became mockery & hate.
She blamed herself for all the downfall…
But couldn’t figure out what was her mistake.
She kept the picture hidden now,
As it was the reason for her heartache…
Now it stays in a lonely dark corner,
What once was called The Perfect Portrait.

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