You are my love story

Day 7:-
Today is the saddest day of my life,
The day where my life falls apart,
You can’t leave me like this,
The apartment is empty,
The newspaper remained unopened,
But your closet is arranged as you always wanted it to be,
They say habits change the character but your character changed my habits….

Day 6:-
Situations are getting worse than before,
I don’t know how will I hold up,
They say depression can be handled but it can’t be spoken…

Day 5:-
Horrible nightmare came to life,
The reports have arrived,
They say they can’t help anymore
Make every wish count of the dying man…

Day 4:-
Can any day be that beautiful as today,
Cuddling we weaving our future dreams together,
Watching the DDLG, 3rd time in a row,
His long fingers that intertwine with mine,
Pillow fighting over the colour of wallpaper of our dream home,
Making fun of his fickle heart & poor health,
They say true love never reach to
its end,
Guess who’s breaking the myth…

Day 3:-
Its your favourite cafe & I already love this,
We having a talk about the way we’re,
I hope it never ends,
It feels all perfect,
They say the real conversation is the sexist thing in the world
And we’re already heading our way there…

Day 2:-
Looking through the pages of my favourite love story,
I can’t forget the impression of that boy I met yesterday,
A message beeped in my phone,
And suddenly I found myself jumping on the bed,
They say how scary it is look at the one you love & realise that there are only two possible outcomes:
Forever or Never..

Day 1:-
Standing in the line waiting for your turn is always exhausting,
There is a boy helping an old women in filing the form,
His smile. That smile which builds up slowly when he is explaining something,
His eyes which are somehow lost somewhere,
How can someone not love him…the lost child,
Ohh, I think he noticed me!!!
They say love can’t happen at first sight,
But I knew my soul known your soul lifetimes ago…

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Life’s a Beach,Find your wave

Dear life,
A “still wondering & confused me” wants to write this to you…
You made me the girl with the wings to fly anywhere, to explore everything but forgot that I always wanted to swim…
You taught me to fight for what matter to me because even if fall shorts there is no better way to live but forgot that serenity is love to me…
You introduced me to people who talk to me endlessly, never let me feel alone but you forgot how I preach silent action of friendships…
You asked for the best of me in every fight untill I win but you forgot that it is hard after doing worst to me..
You, yes you taught me to pursue self happiness by following my dreams but you forgot how a little me will give anything to see a smile on the face of my loved ones..

Yours for whom you are everything but nothing at all…

( PS I still love you❤)

A few moments…

“Can we start over again?
Let us be strangers again.
Let me introduce myself again
We can laugh like no one is there,
We can come up with new inside jokes,
We can climb to terrace to look at the moon & speak our heart out,
We can recreate some beautiful memories,
We can bitch about every couple we see on the road,
We can make a team that no one can defeat,
We can go along for our midnight ice cream cravings,
We will wait for our favourite song that radio show host,
We will be there for each other at times we wake up from a nightmare,
We will tell each other how “friends” is our favourite show,
We will be dieing visiting the best places on mother earth,
Think what we could have been if you were still here with me..”
Whispering to her, she bid farewell to grave of her best friend…

Nirabhaya

“Bekauf h jeena mujhe
Bekauf hi marna mujhe
Bekauf hokar zindagi me ab h aage badna mujhe

Bekauf ho mere raste
Bekauf ho meri manzile
Bekauf ho vo kashtiya jinme Safar tay karna mujhe

Bekauf ho ye aasmaa
Bekauf ho ab ye sma
Bekauf ho vo vadiya jinme ab h rahna mujhe

Bekauf ho ye zindagi
Bekuaf ho meri maut bhi
bekauf aazad jeena mujhe”

Day 82 of 365:-
To the people who are reading this,

  • A little girl refuse to step out from her home as she is still terrified by the uncle who was offering chocolate to her a day before.
  • A girl from her teenage can’t go for a night out with her friends as her parents think this is not “safe” and girls are not allowed to take risks.
  • A housewife weaving her dream but decide not to continue this so far as her husband thinks a wife is supposed to be at home, cooking food for her children & family and the idea of doing job was totally inappropriate.

This post, I am writing is to make you feel what kind of world we are leading to. The poem, I cited above was to make my female friends believe that it is not that hard to believe in yourself and that you can never be alone in this journey. There are millions of us fighting back, weaving some new dreams every day & not quitting any of those.
Yes we do exist, if women won’t empower each other then who will?
There is just one thing we need to learn, ” Becoming Nirabhaya”.
(Becoming Fearless).

Morning Mist…

A window, a still,
This is what called her whole life will,
Children playing & flying kite,
“Oh what happen, why they fight?”,
Costermonger shouting & street dogs wary,
“Oh is he having my favourite blueberry..”,
Dropping rain & dancing girls,
“Oh I used to have the same curls”,
Weeping mother & drunken son,
“Oh devil why don’t she slap that one?”
A orphan standing there & cry,
“Oh my heart melt enough to drop from one soft eye”,
Peaceful sunrise & a perfect sunset,
“Oh I think its my time to rest”,
Again a long wait for the morning,
” Alas”, she fell from the wheelchair & started mourning,
And this is what her life, An hour glass on the run,
A mist retreating from the morning sun…..

Sunshine mixed with a little hurricane

On her birth, everywhere around there was a cry,
A little girl she was preparing her wings to fly…
When the world was busy with the hustle bustle around,
She was busy in plucking the flowers to make her a crown..
When everyone in her class were listening carefully to the wisdom words,
Wandering in her own dream world, she was catching the flying birds..
Growing up, every girl of her class was busy in their makeup brush,
Helping her mother, ups & down,
She was still in her rush…
When everybody said no, she thought of giving it a sign of go,
Little did she know, there was someone just waiting for her to let it go..
Experience so frightening it was,
A warrior she was, decided to break the vase…
A world she cared was no more for her,
But as the brave she was, didn’t cared for it anymore…
Moments pass, time elapse..
Still no rage, still no change..
When everybody was burning with hatred fire,
Gifted with a beautiful bliss, she decided to give her little princess the life that her heart always desired…❤❤

The soulmate you never met

“It is better to wait for Mr. Right then waiting for Mr. to be right.”
Sometimes independent women having all she desired for life, fails while seeing some couples taking care of each other.

“Mum I don’t want any boyfriends as they sucks, I want money to spend on my dreams”, she often argued with her mother.

“This girl is going crazy” her mother consoled herself, little did she know how afraid her daughter was when her drunken father slapped her mother, when her uncle married another women, when her brother left his girlfriend in the middle of the road so that she realise her mistake..
And she never knew….
Everyone failed, she did what her heart always desired.
Today as a CEO of multinational company, she is missing her better half, even though she still felt the fear deep inside her bones. She imagined the roses on the bedside, the morning cup of tea, cuddling nights and a peaceful sleep while putting her head on his shoulder, only in her imagination as she knew the real life was what she had gone through her childhood where there was no place for love & happiness.
Confused as usual she slipped her glasses inside the rack and decided to drown in the imaginary tale of love of her favourite book..
Still a corner of her heart waiting for the magic wand to bring her imaginary Mr. Right to reality..
“Just another wish” she thought…