Running away from the bustling city

As the world is,
Bustling away in front of my eyes.
As if there is no time to wait.
I stood there,
Awaiting my memories to accumulate in my mind…
To free me from these shackles of expectations.
To take me back to those moments, which my heart craves for more.
The moments which are imprinted in my soul.
The hustle and bustle of the world around me.. Fails to impress me.
As I began to travel to my past every moment of my life.
Familiarity is what I craved.
But all I was gifted was an unfamiliar world.
Which is promising me something…
Which takes me to take a step away.
Away from what I have been so far.
I shut my eyes,
When waves collide my eyelids.
To calm the storms that rage within me…
Confronting my soul,
I decide that I need to be stronger…
Stronger than I ever expected.
To move ahead…and not move on.
Because that is what I am.
I carry a piece of everything, I am forever…
As I know that, the ones meant for me,
Will never part ways with me.
#thechaoticpoetess #missinghome #herstory #she #beingher #newbeginning

Finding her, after She lost her

Most women on getting married lose a piece of her and gradually with days counting she loses herself and becomes a manual guide which contains only data fed by the family into which she has moved into. 
And the guide contains the facts like.

Forget your family…this is your new home.
Forget what you studied, learn to do things in a new way.
Forget what you have been earlier …that doesn’t matter to us.
You wanna go to your home, oh that’s impossible…
You wanna go to your home, you need your husband’s family’s permission.
Always prioritize your husband’s family and not yours.
You are a guest at both your parent’s home and your husband’s home.
You have to ask your husband, even before you step out.
You stay home and take care of your husband’s family.
You can go to work, but I won’t be helping you with any things. Your job depends on how you manage.

Crap and nonsense fed to the minds like these ruin society.  Where is a healthy relationship here? One has to sacrifice so much for just another person.

Women, if you want to find yourself, be bold, strong and independent. Strangely saving her is the toughest task she has to go through. Be who you are no matter none supports you. This is why a woman has to be independent and strong.
It is hard, but not impossible.

#sreepriyawrites #womanhood #beingher #herstory #woman #notfeminism #respectingher #instawriters #writeforfreedom

World Mental Health Day: Helping hand

We all have problems
Health problems, relationship problems, void problems.. sexual health problems, mental health problems, and much more. Out of these, we tend to work on a few of them and even seek help from a doctor. For the mental health problem, we don’t even reckon we need help or assistance. It is said that the higher intelligence or education precisely…not intelligence i suppose…we received..we think that mental health problems are for the lesser educated ones. We ignore the minute issues we face in our lives and tend to bottle up everything. We don’t want to even acknowledge it, that it exists. Like sexual problems…mental problems are also hidden..from the outer world. We conceal it because we are embarrassed to talk about it. It takes a great deal to come out of our cocoon and express our true emotions because we are never accepted for what we are. We tell a child to shush..when they cry…ask them to be quiet all the time… Shut them up when they are angry…This is how we are taught from the first. Shut your emotions..but now it’s time to nurture a new generation…. allow them to speak up and be who they are. Let our generation know the value of opening up their true feelings.
Nurture a new you.

If you feel like sharing…here i am right for you…to listen to you without judgments.

Dm me. if you need.

#worldmentalhealthday #mentalhealth #sexualhealth #emotionalwellbeing #stayhappy #thechaoticpoetess 

Unfolding me to you

Like sand grains sticking onto my skin.
I unfold myself into you.
Lingering beside you,…
I feel like you are the best part of me…
The part i was missing for a long.
As you fit into me like you have been mine forever.
As i lay on your laps.
Letting your hands explore me.
I cup your face,
And fall deep into your eyes.
Invigorating your lips.
Locking it with mine …
I always enjoy the way,
Our tongues play their way to tangle together.
Frictioningbmy skin to yours,
I feel the ignition…
Igniting my hormones.
Like never before.
Your touch blooms my hidden flower.
Aromatizing our skin,…
With the honey, it sheds.

#thechaoticpoetess #poemsonlove #romance #imagepinterest #loveisintheair #imaginelove #couplegoals #cousples #mylove #youandme #eroticwriter #writebeyondimagination

Her Chaos

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 fall in good books.
But all she lost was herself in the race.
The struggle went on…
And on.
Until she burst away.

Where she becomes someone else.
She was never.

Lost in her chaos.

#thechaoticpoetess #poems #herstory #feminism #letherbe #becomingher #chaos #her #beingher #cagedwoman #setherfree