“Her”

She is the origin, she is the entrance to a new world,
She helps you grow, she helps you survive.
She feeds you whenever you need,
She sacrifice her body and herself for giving a new life a chance.
She devotes herself to take care of others,
She dances her heart out, she loves till her heart aches,
She forgives in a moment even when you shatter her heart.
She takes one step back due to her humility, she takes a stand for others due to her humanity.
She can rule an organization but foremost she rules the heart.
She is your best friend, she is your confidant.
She takes care of you even when you push her out.
She leaves her home to make yours,
She works 24/7 but never boasts about her achievements.
She will never disrespect you and she loves your family too.
She never complains about your flaws when she works hard to look good for you.
You only see her kind heart but beware of the same,
Because she can fight ferociously if it is for her loved ones.
She will only think about happiness of her people,
Because her happiness is in theirs and she won’t leave their side no matter what.
She is down to earth and works hard to grow,
She may fail but she will never stay down.
She is a learner and age is just a number,
Her beauty is enhanced each and every second to flourish her into an improved person.
She faces so much resistance but she never sees it as an obstacle,
She will see it as an opportunity for her to enhance her soul;
She persevere to yield
and that’s why
Our planet earth is also “her”…

“The unique one “

She was not the usual beauty,
That made her the unique one.
She didn’t conform, she didn’t bend,
She was opinionated with loud and clear determination.
She would not back down by your bullets,
She will rise again with her phoenix wings.

“Canvas “

The palette is so bloody red with the colors of my heart,
I take it out for you to borrow,
But you kept it for own cause.
I gave you my heart away to keep it safe and sound,
But you colored your canvas of life,
With the bloody red of my heart…

Voices

She see herself in the mirror,
She sees her reflection and she is pretty sure she loathes it.
Why does she feel unworthy of being adored,
Why does she feel unworthy of self-love,
Is it the random comment that points out how her body has changed?
Or is it the specific judgmental voices in her head that seems to be ashamed of her?
Or is it the casual insults used by her loved ones in a “joking way”?
Should she tell them that it bothers her?
Should she tell them that it’s depression that is making her eat uncontrollably?
Should she tell them that she starves herself whole day out of loneliness ?
Should she tell them that she can’t change her genes?
Or should she shut them off as its none of their business?
But what does she tell her inner voices?
Who placed such dialogues in there..
Was it the parent who rejected the 12 year old’s changing body,
Was it the crush who rejected a genuine admirer,
Was it the school teacher that rejected the talent just because of a number on scale of weight or colour.
When did we start treating a child like show stopper,
When did we start berating a child for his or her individuality,
When did we start comparing it with the poster child when in reality the child is an unique perfect creation.
It is time to stop, it is time to think before we say or look at a child,
Because it is watching us, observing us and learning from us.
Strangely it adopts our impression of him and continue to treat himself the way we did.
We are the voices,
Think before you act in front of a child,
Because
As a broken adult she will shut other’s mouth but won’t be easily be able to shut the voices in her head…

“Home soon “

Be the free bird that you are,
Because I don’t need you over your happiness,
Be far away if your goals demands,
Because I don’t want to be near you at the cost of your dreams.
Be the part of experience that may not include me,
Because I don’t want you to stop growing just because it’s not “Us”.
Who said love is always about togetherness,
Who said love is always about now,
I say love is your growth , I say love is your happiness for me.
I may be a mere human but the soul seems eternal ,
My human instinct may want you now but my soul will always want yours to be free.
My soul will love you now and it knows that it will go on till you find your way back home,
It will be a home that will always be waiting for you.
It will be a place where we will be each other’s destinations;
It will be the place where your soul and mine will finally be together…

“I see you”

The rustling of the wind is the cue,
The buzz of the insects is the music to the night.
It’s time when everything is calming down,
It’s time when there is a soothing stillness.
The moon is the confidant that knows infinite secrets,
It also solace me when I miss you dearly .
The time is unbearable when you are so far,
But fret not because the distance can not attenuate the love,
Though its contradiction is true,
It makes my heart even more stronger to love you more inspite of the distance.
I see you every night even if we don’t meet for months (which by the way seems like ages).
I see you every night, it’s hardwired,
I see you every night, it’s subconscious,
I see you every night and it is in my dreams…

The unoriginals…

You take other’s land in the name of exploring and civilizing,
You abuse the originals both
by scarring their bodies
and brain washing their minds
to make them feel inferior,
But now you want boundary warriors to take the right of people;
The right to go to any part of this planet
irrespective of race, gender, language and education;
The right that you discovered for yourself but now keeping it in a museum unknown.
The past won’t forget, the present won’t forgive
but your future will be horrific because
your victories will be built on graves of humanity…

“Galaxies in there… “

The one thing that makes me is also the one that breaks,
It does not slow down even if I can’t take it anymore,
Every thought is out of its shelf, it’s a mess;
There is a need for a way to sort them out,
They float around in my head giving me answers that I ask for,
But they sometimes go on a rampage, questioning my questions.
Fears, feelings, memories, words, images, people, ideas, they are all in there,
You wont be disappointed if you search for galaxies in there.
I can let you in if you are on a soul searching voyage,
But be careful or else you will loose yourself;
You won’t be disappointed if you search for galaxies in there.
I explore it by the words I write,
You explore it by the words you read.

“She deface herself… “

She is harmful for herself because she let’s in toxic people,
She is dangerous for herself because she never says no,
She is unsuitable for herself because she let’s people walk all over her;
You must think it’s her fault to not take stand for herself,
But let me tell you that the little her couldn’t think for herself,
The little her searched love in pain,
The little her believed that being hurt was good and normal,
Because it came from ‘them’;
‘Them’were the people with whom she started her life.
How do you expect that she would have questioned her blood,
So, now that’s how it all hardwired in her brain.
She is not unfamiliar with the terrible mishap;
And she knows that she is in love with pain…