Chirping of the night creatures,
Humming of the electricity,
The light people are falling down,
And the night children are wide awake.
The stillness of the air makes the sound of pen on roll crystal clear.
The smell of the moist dry earth soothes like no other .
It’s the night that is showing its magic or the work of the ink,
That the clutter in my mind no longer lives…
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”…
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.
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,
As a broken adult she will shut other’s mouth but won’t be easily be able to shut the voices in her head…
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…
Be the one who you want to love because you can’t love someone without being what you desire them to be;
Be the one who you want to love because you can live with someone for a significant amount of time,
But you are the one with whom you will spend each and every breath of your existence.
Be the one who you want to love, because you can change yourself to impress others,
But you won’t be liberated till you change your own ways.
Be the one who you want to love because you didn’t come to this world being aware of others,
Be the one who you want to love because no one is going to share your experience of the last moment in human form other than yourself.
Be the one who you want to love because Darling…
You won’t be able to accept the love you deserve unless and until you love yourself unconditionally first…