Melancholy-

Melancholy-

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How she missed those days,
When the weight of a heartbreak, of not being loved back was the worst tragedy she’d ever faced;
When cuddled pillows and soaked sheets were the gateway to peaceful dreams;
When large bowls of dark chocolate scoop ice creams were an Instant cure to anything…

How she missed those days,
When laughter felt genuine because it was;
When tears hurt for reasons she could put into words;
When she went to bed with the worst of pains, knowing, knowing for a fact it will get better with the coming dawn;

How she missed those days,
When reality was a beautifully crafted fairytale;
When nights were a beauty and her eyes twinkled at the sight of stars;
When being fine didn’t seem like a far fetched wish and happiness wasn’t history.

        And all she yearned, was for someone to say, I feel the same way too… 

Liberation-

Liberation-

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I see you conceal dark circles
And apply your mascara,
I hear you silence your sniffles
With pillow every night,
I see you cover with henna
The bruises on your arms,
But I know, oh mother
Who the knight Is In the battle.

He calls you names like lousy
Scarring you with his venom,
And he claims he does love you
Body and soul, fist and punches,
You take his storm and thunder
Shielding us under the weather,
Love and mercy go hand in hand
And his is just one sided.

He exposes your errors
Shaming you even in public,
And you shrink with every word
Antagonizing your existence,
And your kids are your solace
To us, you are a temple,
You’ve been fighting this battle
We say- it’s time you retire.

He can’t hurt you anymore
For your kids will be your armor,
And the patience you practiced
From your lord will be your reward,
Take one step into the pathway
There’s a whole world beyond this,
It is time to break the shackles
And step into liberation.

Of the darkness-

Of the darkness-

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I know the darkness is consuming,
And the cracks are fit too tight,
For the golden rays to traverse,
Illuminating whats inside.
I know the smooth road’s more inviting,
Cause you’ve roughed most of your life;
And though seasons change from summer
to winter, the darkness stays constant.

I know these things cause I’ve lived that life,
When dusk and day are alike;
When the tear drops from the heavens above,
Mix with those from your eyes.
When the incessant battle in your head,
Reflects in the black you adorn;
And you bite your tongue each time the words,
I’m fine slips from your mouth.

I know the darkness is consuming,
And the light seems far away;
But I’ve been there and I tell you-
It’s a long journey with spiral corks,
Which in the end, the path will straighten,
Though you doubt that will come true;
But only so much darkness can circle around,
Before inevitably, the light shines through.

The above image is courtesy of Medyafaresi.com

 

A Wallflower-

A Wallflower-

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It was the question she yearned,
For someone to ask;
It was the words left unsaid,
Which tugged at her heart;
It was the silence following,
An argument backed out of;
It was all the missed chances,
Of a girl, a wallflower.

It was the sacky eyes hidden,
Behind lush mascara;
It was the curve of her lips,
Upward despite anger;
It was the people leaving,
Without having closure;
It was all the days trials,
Which built up the wall around her.

It was the solitude she sought For,
In the arms of her father;
It was the tears that were wiped,
By the kiss of a mother;
It was the forehead In acquiescence,
With the law of the creator;
It was the littlest of things
That still kept a wallflower
Going, the littlest of things-
Which holds together, a wallflower.

Society’s Impositions-

Society’s Impositions-

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Girls don’t do that,
She was imposed as a child;
Wipe off those tears,
And replace with a smile;
Disheveled head,
Was a sin in their crowds;
Right from her start,
She was trained to disguise.

She mastered the talent,
Of a face behind a smile;
Hid imperfections,
It was a sin in their crowd;
Bottling up emotions,
Was the only way to live;
Hiding her Brains,
Her job was to be pretty.

And with the sun rose,
An actor ready for the part;
And when the night fell,
Her demons-they befriended her;
For the light brought with it,
A part, society had imposed;
And darkness was a relief,
To the face behind the glam.

Girls don’t do that,
They imposed as a child;
And now they wonder,
Why her sheets are soaked at night.

The above image is courtesy of Thehealthyplace.com

Stigma shame-

Stigma shame-

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How much longer,
Does my heart have to bleed?
How far should my tears fall,
For you to believe?

Should I bottle my teardrops
And save them in jars?
Would it make you believe,
I can’t help that I cry?

Should I cut across my wrist,
Till it bleeds out words;
For you to believe,
Depression is not a choice?

Do you need me to scream,
Till my larynx turns hoarse?
Do you need me to defend,
My mental status?

Should I carve out my diary
Words, etched into stone?
So the whole world can witness
the turmoil- between heart and soul?

Do you think I don’t miss her
The girl I used to be?
Or that some nights I don’t wonder
What on earth led me to this?

You shamed me with your stigma;
You shamed me with your words;
You claim to not- believe in depression,
Well then, I don’t- need your validation.

***Dear You, this poem is dedicated to you. <3***

Nothing left to say-

Nothing left to say-

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It was right after the first prayer,
Of the day-
The one called subh;
There you lay on the couch,
Trembling;
The all famous, dreaded
Fetal position,
Mama’s just told you;
“Don’t be surprised
You shouldn’t be surprised “-
The voice in your head screams;
And you recall her saying-
“It’s over.”

And right about then,
The Water-pool flows down your cheeks
And you lay there on the couch,
Shivering.
“Dont cry honey”
“Everything’s going to be alright”-

She says;
And you wonder-
How she could be so calm,
When all around you,
The roof’s come crashing down.

Twelve years old and you lay there,
And you just lay there;
whisper a silent prayer
To The Lord you worship
To overturn the inevitable;
And her voice-
It comes back as an echo,
Again and again;
Resonating against brick walls-
The words she’d blurted-
“It’s over”
“We’re getting a divorce.”

There’s nothing left to say
And the water pool-
You let them flow down your cheeks…

day 20 of October Poetry Writing Month. Prompt: Love and the poetry type I used is: Slam poetry also known as spoken word poetry.   IMAGE CREDIT: 8Tracks.com
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The Blame game-

The Blame game-

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It reaches a point,
Where it does need to flow;
But we bottle and lock up,
Restraining it’s zone;
And life keeps hinting at us,
To go with right, the rest- ignore;
But man is picky and choosy,
we go with what we want.

We think desires and needs,
Are two colors on a bee;
And wants are part of necessities,
Which must be fulfilled;
So dusk departs while day arrives,
We find our lives at standstill;
And blame the rest of the universe,
Remaining sin-free.

The things made so easy,
Yet we burden ourselves;
Beyond means of living,
we always crave what other’s got;
And when the tears come running,
We bottle up; throw the lock;
Staying stuck in the cycle-
We blame the world,
And progress not.
Forgetting life’s tough enough,
Without the extra burdening.

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She wrote, not cry-

She wrote, not cry-

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From words to phrases,
She tried her might;
To put those pure thoughts,
In lines and rhymes;
Alas, the ink well
Had dried that night;
The muse of poetry-
Departed her.

She sought refuge,
In the dark of night;
With the moon at bay,
And the stars not alight;
When the world consumed her,
She wrote not cry;
When the words ain’t coming,
She froze inside.

The moon didn’t shine that
Night when she sat;
And the sounds accompanying
Dusk didn’t arrive;
In the blanketed night,
Face thrust in hands,
For the first time in ages,
She didn’t write but cry.

She wrote how she felt,
But forgot how to feel;
In paragraphs and deadlines,
She ignored within;
The tears were a welcome,
Relief to her skin;
For in becoming in a writer,
She’d forgot her human being.

Heavens are crying-

Heavens are crying-

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The skies erupt,
The heavens are crying;
Oh but tears of Joy-
It’s a wonderful day.

The earth’s agog,
They’re dampened with moisture;
The drought is gone-
It’s a wonderful day.

The flowers, dancing
Swaying to the rhythm;
As tears are falling,
From the Sky, making music;
A divine beauty,
As the flowers are blooming;
A blessing given-
It’s a wonderful day.

The skies erupt,
In splashes making rhythm;
As the tears, they fall-
It’s a wonderful day.

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