Ms. Typewriter

After a while, I learned this world isn't for the kind. After a while, I learned that not all are meant to stay. After a while, I learned that heartbreaks are the real breaks. After a while, I learned that actions are always greater than words. After a while, I learned it was hard to unlearn certain emotions. After a while, I learned to lean on a wall instead of a shoulder. After a while, I learned its always you and yourself. After a while, I learned not to give the power of trust to all. After a while, I learned to be silent when my words aren't valued. After a while, I learned to speak only when it hit the right chord. After a while, I learned that truth will always remain high After a while, I learned people change more rapidly than seasons. After a while, I learned to let go of situations which harm my mental health. After a while, I learned accept the changes and change myself when needed. After a while, I learned to see beauty in broken things and relationshi...

Her light was growing dim, She kept watching him, How fast her life changed? Or maybe her life was rearranged! From her to his, From we to us! She was looked down, With many reasons to frown, Her own skin pricked to death, Hopes died but she breathe! The sun never shone in her sky, All she did was only cry. Words were lighter than air, Crumpling the rose in her hair, What bad did she do? She fell in love so true! His fire burned the ties, He was a beast in a man's disguise, Lies were scattered all around, The shining world crushed to the ground, The flowers lost their scent, Gripped with fear her life was spent, Her eyes were hard and ashamed, For no fault her fate was chained, The world worshipped him as sane, In her world,he was a bane, Colourful dreams faded soon, And left the sky with a faint moon, Every night she was painted, With shades of dark and tainted, Morning came with hues of pink, The reality made her sink, She wasn't his permanent ink, Did she ever ha...

She was once that girl, Who was scared of darkness, Now, darkness is her friend! She was once that girl, Who hated to be alone, Now, being alone is her fate! She was once that girl, Who laughed at silly things, Now, laughter is her poison! She was once that girl, Who had colourful dreams, Now, dream was her curse! She was once that girl, Who had a heart of gold, Now, her heart is a rock! She was once a girl, Who was full of hope, Now, hope was her bane! She was once a girl, Who bubbled with joy, Now, joy was her melancholy! She was once a girl, Who loved to live, Now, love became her death!

When the storm hits the sea, Will you be my saviour? When grief pours down the eyes, Will you wipe them away? When darkness engulfs the life, Will you be my light? When the world shuts me down? Will you lift me up? When words fail to express, Will you talk for me? When my shoulders get burdened, Will you share the weight? When I don't have a reason to love, Will you love me till eternity? When there are endless chances to give up, Will you still fight for me?

To that abuser, Who quenched his thirst by sucking the life out me. To that abuser, Who broke me into pieces which never could be joined. To that abuser, Who belittled me for no fault of mine, To that abuser, Who snatched away my innocence. To that abuser, Who crushed my self respect. To that abuser, Who crumpled my trust. To that abuser, Who played with my feelings. To that abuser, Thank you for doing all these! To that abuser, Thank you for helping me discover my wings. To that abuser, Thank you for helping me teach whom to trust. To that abuser, Thank you for teaching me to love my self. To that abuser, Thank you for showing me that you don't deserve me. To that abuser, Thank you for burning me into a Phoenix!

I should have loved you a little more, Not more, not less, Just a little more! When words turned into knife, Stabbing every vein and every nerve, I should have loved you a little more, Not more, not less, Just a little more! When love turned into a game, With only loss at my end and win for you, I should have loved you a little more, Not more, not less, Just a little more! When relationship turned to a war, With blood smeared on my face and smile on yours, I should have loved you a little more, Not more, not less, Just a little more! When emotions were buried inside a book, Tears fell like dry leaves from a tree, I should have loved you a little more, Not more, not less, Just a little more! When eyes became void with grief, Hearts were hardened like a rock, I should have loved you a little more, Not more, not less, Just a little more! When my own reflection became a thorn, Decision became destiny with questions, I should have loved you a little more, Not more, not less, Jus...

From broken crayons to broken hearts, From sailing paper boats to hiding emotions, From reading books to digital messages, From real friendships to virtual relations, From writing diary to updating status, From travelling for fun to travelling for peace, From loving everyone to loving myself, I grew up into an adult burying my inner child! I grew up into a woman burying that joyful girl! I grew up into a person burying that emotional mask!

I am not living, I am fighting with my fate. I am not living, I am fighting with my tears. I am not living, I am fighting to be grounded. I am not living, I am fighting to stay normal. I am not living, I am fighting for my soul. I am not living, I am fighting to stay calm. I am not living, I am fighting to find myself. I am not living, I am fighting to rescue my dreams. I am not living, I am fighting to stay alive!

She hid herself, Behind those facade full of lies, Bruised wasn't her body, Bruised was her soul, For the one who was her everything, For the one to whom she was nothing! Bit by bit she died, Just like a plant without water, Just like a bird inside a cage, Just like a person without dreams, Bruised wasn't her body, Bruised was her soul,  For the one who she loved, For the one who never loved her back!

It wasn't the thorns that pricked her, It were those flowers. It wasn't the storm which shook her, It were those waters. It wasn't the curses which broke her, It was that  love. It wasn't the words which tore her, It was the silence. It wasn't the ailment which weakened her, It was the richness. It wasn't the fake promise which sulked her, It was the truth. It wasn't the world which expoilted her, It was she herself!

Her wings were made up of fire, Was it a boon or a curse? She burned those who touched her, She burned those who cared for her, She burned those who flew with her, She burned those who moved from her, She burned those who trusted her, She burned those who broke her, She wasn't made for love, She wasn't made to lose, She found herself in the fire, She shone herself within the fire, She was a queen without a crown, She was a warrior without a weapon, Her wings were made up of fire, Was it a boon or a curse?

It poured again,  Creating ripples and pitter patter, Cold winds blew into her face, Reminding her of his soothing love, Hand in hand was all she wanted, A minute of care was all she carved for, She jumped into those puddles , Forgetting all about her worries,  She held onto the umbrella of hope, In search of that rainbow, Which would turn her colourless life into colours, Which would turn her dreams into reality, Which would bring her from darkness to light. It poured again, From her eyes this time, Reminding her of his betrayal, Hearts were wounded,  Ego remained grounded, Till when will she cry? There is a day she had to die! No umbrella could shield her, No shade could protect her, She was dishonored, She was splintered, The dark clouds subsided, The sun spread its warmth, She was engulfed by that love,  That love which was pure as water, That love which was spotless like a pearl. It poured again, This time she was alone and happy, Her grief was washe...

The nature is so beautiful. So am I,  in my own ways, How beautiful is that seed which turns to a plant! How beautiful is that bud with turns to a flower! How beautiful are those clouds which pour without any hesitation! How beautiful are those sunsets which set to come again tomorrow! How beautiful is the morning which shines so bright! How beautiful is the night which illuminates the moonlight! How beautiful are those winds which blows across the lands! How beautiful are those waves which rise and fall and meet at the shore! How beautiful are those leaves which falls out to give space to new ones! How beautiful is every season and the memories with it! Nature is always changing, Nature is always giving, Nature is beautiful! So am l, in my own ways! Will you accept me the same way as you accept the changing Nature?

Her fate was twisted, Like those thread to form a rope, She looked deep into her palms, To find him in between those lines, The lines had a story to say, Her heart would be broken in a big way, For her,love was an emotion, It was deep like that ocean, But, this world wasn't soft, Her innocence was frowned aloft, She was used, like a ragged cloth, She had none back and froth, It took her long to learn the lesson, Why was her fate a big question? Maybe she didn't belong to this world! Where lust and modesty was sold!

There were hundred reasons to love her, But they chose one reason to hate her, They weren't her choice, But she was definitely their choice, She was that flower, Which they crushed for their happiness, She was that bird, Whose wings were clipped for their pleasure, She was that tear, Which never escaped from those painful eyes, She was that girl, Who was flawed by the Almighty, She was that being, Who was perfectly imperfect in her own world!

Flowers and blessings showered that day, It was a day which she cherished, Garlands were exchanged with great pomp, Promises were made with great zeal, Tears rolled down as she left her home, Smiles were worn as she entered his home, She made that house a peaceful abode, But failed to read few faces with masks, The masks fell one by one, So did her love die, The abode became her prison, Her suffering became their game, She was stuck in a loop of lie, She was held by the chord of fake love, Silence became her companion, She died slowly with the sweet poison, Her clustered dreams were left at that home, Where she had once played and laughed, Now those doors weren't open, For she was smeared without any fault, The narcisst won again by tricking the world! Karma waited for the time to strike!

Why aren't boys given the right to cry? Why aren't girls given the right to fly? Why a working man is epitome of success? Why a career oriented women is society's stress? Why are traditions only for ladies? Why are ceremonies only for gents? Why cooking is a mother's duty? Why earning is a father's responsibility? Why a single mother is frail in the society? Why a single father is supreme in the community? Why are wives silenced for raising their voice against oppression? Why are husbands judged for showing affection? Why are sons raised to be head of the family? Why  are daughter's raised as reason for every calamity? Why are all these gender rules so powerful? Why isn't the world so colourful and wonderful?

With every breaking dawn, You wake up with a yawn. Start off your day In a unique way, Hurrying and getting ready, Bidding us bye. When you think of sighing, The scrubber says hai. There starts your set of tasks, The clock is ticking nine. You are ready soldier, Marching on a line. The home looks best, And you make sure there are no pests. Its half past ten, The brunch is on the couch, O! Yet again! You forgot it without any grouch. The soldiers are striding, Moving ahead with pride. Applauding alone, And finishing it by own. The aroma fills the apartment, Waiting for us to gobble. Still I crave for those, Burgers, pizza and bubble Her stern face, Makes me gulp it all, Without any fall. Here comes the dusk, Rest is all you want. Filling the place with musk, Here’s your chance to flaunt.   Waiting for the one, Who held your hand?...

The remains of my beloved has come, Wrapped in tricolor and left me numb. My eyes welled up with tears, And heart pricked up with spears. No! I do not complain , But I do bemoan. How beautiful it was A day,  When we were bond. Stealing glances and finding chances, Roaming around the lushy fences . There came a fateful day, Where you  were supposed to  play, A role of my hero  , Or a role of country’s hero! You chose ! You chose! The choice was yours. You left! You left! My love with tears. Each day my feet felt cold, But your call made me bold. After months of holdup, You finally turned up, But not the way I wanted,  The way you wanted. How can I live without you? What would I be without you? This deep feeling inside , Made me pale outside. The thought of burying me along your side, Soothed the sentiments within. The reverie of burying pricked me hardly, The little one in my wom...