Cradled from the time born.
She was born to be chained.
Her desires were wild for the people she knew. she loved.
They shackled her in the name of love.
Something she began to hate.
Withdrawn she became.
Conversations become harder.
She sealed herself in her cocoon.
Which they weaved around her.
With responsibilities..restrictions and much more..than she could ever bear.
Like a ghost, she trod.
To be freed from all these burdens, she is heavying upon her.
Her mind could tread away to infinity…
Which her loved ones defined as arrogance.
It was only her escape.
Her escape which was termed ‘ bad girl behavior’ ….was something like a red alert for her.
She began to restrict herself..to fall in good books.
But all she lost was herself in the race.
The struggle went on…
Until she burst away.
Where she becomes someone else.
She was never.
Lost in her chaos.
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She is jovial,
Takes care of everything.
With no intention to hurt anyone.
With no intention to break the trust…
Working hard to be the mom she wanted…
Striving to be the wife her husband wanted her to be.
Convincing herself that she is alive amidst her responsibilities.
She is exhausted.
Living under the pressure of expectations.
She is like a time bomb ticking her way through ages…
She is becoming uncertain, about her needs, her dreams, her desires, and much more…
She might explode one day.
Every day is a struggle for her…
She struggles to binge through her existence.
To become what she ever wanted.
To be the saddle of her dreams.
But here she was crushed under the burden of responsibilities.
Which turned her into someone she barely knew…
Help her survive, even if you know she is stronger.
Hold her hand, and strive her through the existence…
Let her bloom,
With a dash of sunlight.
And a pinch of love and care.
And lots of consideration.
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I wanna cup your face,
And look into the eyes.
To be lost in it.
I wanna play with your fingers,
As it craves to run through mine…
I wanna be lost in those eyes.
Which gaze me, like being the uncountable stars in the night sky.
Behold those moments where I am in your arms.
Where nothing comes between us.
It’s like you are imprinted on me. Skimming through my luscious hair…
Amalgamating your fragrance upon my skin.
Eroding my thoughts and inhibitions.
Taking me as yours forever.
Planting honey bites,
In every inch of my skin…
With every peck as you gaze into my eyes…
I wanna drown you into my eyes.
Taking you deep into me.
All I need is you in the whole world.
Nothing ever enticed me,
As you do.
You tickle my bones,
Heightening my desires.
Until you take me to the abode of pleasure.
Wherein I sink deeper.
Until you hold me.
Like you never wanna lose me.
You take care of me.
As I am your eyes.
That contains dreams.
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The whole day I was in a conflicting thought about the teacher’s day post. Don’t know what exactly was ruining my words. That’s when I realized that being a mother all I think of sending kids to school is about who will be the guiding force. You never know what kind of teacher your child is going to be taught by all the time. It’s because I have seen the bad influence of a bad teacher and the good influence of a good teacher on my children. Knowingly or unknowingly teachers impact a child’s thoughts in various ways. A teacher is more like a mother or a guardian angel a child trusts so it is indeed a great huge responsibility. With more schools being commercialized teaching has become commercialized to an extent. Slowly the good and dedicated teachers have become just countable. Gone are the days when teachers were the symbol of respect too. Thank God there are still some beautiful souls who instill hope in my mind.
But Again I take this moment to thank all my teachers who were playing a part in nurturing me into who I am now. I thank full for that. And I believe that let all children have such beloved teachers who make can instill humanity in everyone’s mind and you don’t need just blood bond to bond and trust.
Happy Teacher’s Day to all my wonderful teachers around the world.
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Hiding away was the only tactic, that let me survive for long.
Every time, i see trouble i chicken out.
Knowing i could face it.
Every time i wrapped my soul,
And ran off.
Until once, i was unable to.
All i need to do was,
Take up the pain, shame, and disdain.
Eventually, i thought I lost everything..
But the despise caused me to trade my promises to myself..
I dumped myself and became someone unknown to me…
To gain a fake name…
I became someone… Who was unfamiliar to my soul..
A skin I wished to tear off…
Again, I cocooned my true self for the world I cared for..
Or for the world, I wised loved the true me for once..
Leaves fell off..
Clouds came by and went..
And once like a lightning strike..
There I shed my cocoon,
The wind knocked me off..
And there I arouse, from the strict curfew I imposed on my true self..
And poetry began to flow…
I revived the ME hidden in Me.
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