Ever tried to drink your coffee with smaller sips in an attempt to make it last forever?
Or on your birthday when you wanted the day to never end
Or your favorite vacation where you wanted to stop the time and stay in there forever
Or your favorite song which you play on a loop to get lost in its melody forever
Or the bad days at work which you thought would never end
Or the days of struggle which you wished you could skip
Or the days when you lost hope and felt low and thought they would last forever
They didn’t last forever, right?
That is something about time!
It never stops!
not for anyone
If the good did not last forever, the bad will not last either
This too shall pass and our lives would get back to normal!
And we will laugh on this or maybe not
but we’ll surely learn and grow
-Remember after every dark night is a beautiful sunny day,
till then let the moon and the stars guide you through this dark night!
Kya is thartharati kalam me koi kavita hai Jo sabko sunane se darte ho?
(is there something within you, a poem that you fear to say aloud?)
Kya is hichkichati zaban me koi shayari hai jisse tum farmane se darte ho?
(is there something you wanna tell others but always hold back?
Is there a magic spell on your tongue that you fear to cast?)
Kya in nazre bachati ankon me koi nazariyan hai jisse sabko dikhane se darte ho?
(Do you have perspective, a way of looking at things,
a lens through which you look at things but fear to make others see through it?)
Kya is safar mein koi aise nazare hai jinnki tasvir tum dikhane se darte ho?
(is there an experience or a picture from the past that you fear showing others?)
Yeh toh har kisi ki kahani hai
Magar kya inki tarah tum bhi iss baat ko apnane se darte ho?
(This is everyone’s story
But like them do you too fear to accept this? )
Isn’t it surprising?
A person who has spent all her life in silence
will go through it all
Physical and mental pain
Yet not say a word
Not even mumble a thing
The same person would
Raise their voice and
for the slightest discomfort caused to her loved ones
Where does this strength come from?
How does a person who hasn’t spoken a word for years
sing a battle cry?
Is it the fear of seeing your loved one suffer?
How surprising is it to see love strengthen somebody
To give birth to their inside warrior
The one who didn’t speak for years for herself
Yes, that sleeping warrior
What is it Mariam Jo that makes somebody so fearless?
Is it really possible to love someone like you did?
– Some legacies are better not inherited!
As I struggle to get myself out of this cage
where I put myself
where I torture myself with questions
which don’t mean anything anymore
Or never did!
Questions from hypothetical situations
which never did or never will ever occur
as I try to pick myself from the pith of my thoughts
for which only I am the one responsible
The hell that I created in my head
where I have the ability to grow flowers
To change the world
To work for a better tomorrow
To do whatever I wish to
I choose to use it to bury bodies
to create barren lands
create storms of negativity
hurricanes of unnecessary thoughts
What have I done to myself? I often ask
And try to seek the solution of this from others
the exit of this hell that I try to find
When I know the answer is right in front of me
Only I have the power to stop this
But will I be able to do it?
Only if I wish to!
-The garden turned into a graveyard
There are millions of people living on this planet some successful,
some even more and some not at all,
Some aspiring to be something, some losing hope,
All of them living their own stories
When compiled we all become a part of the story of this universe
The more you contribute the bigger part you become of that story
Some get chapters to their names
while for some just a couple of lines
But does that really matter?
There are stories of hundred pages
But there’s always that one line that you can’t stop yourself from highlighting
And makes you feel like a part of it
I wanna be that part in the story of this universe
It is not necessary that everybody likes the same part of a story
I’d wanna be a part that
I will highlight,
copy a million times in my diary
And for that,
It is certain that I will experience
But in the end It’
ll could be a Happy Ending (Can not be sure of that, can we?)
But in the end, it’ ll all be well
-Not all bestsellers have happy endings
There are days when
I am lost
I am broken
I am hurt
I am low
And those are days when
you scare me more than what Annabelle ever did,
you make me cry more than what The Nun ever did,
you are a bigger curse than that of Chucky’s,
And like every horror movie only one person can see you (me)
When I try telling others about you they do not believe you exist
and tell me its all in my head,
I know they will believe me only when it’s too late
when they see you themselves
Now I have seen enough horror stories to find a way to fight you,
but none of those creatures are like you
because they attack only when they find you alone
or at dark nights,
who scares me even when I am in a place full of people
Even in the brightest days
Even in the holy places
But this does not break me
I will defeat you
I know it will take time
It will take patience
and alot of therapies
but I will not let you be the end of me
Even if they don’t believe you exist
– The ghost in my head!
I was touched and knocked on the floor
There is no place where i could go for justice
Because there is no door
I have suffered the same pain as other rape victims
But my wedding, is the problem
The only thing I can get in the name of justice is Divorce
because they think it’s the remedy of the pain
The justice I deserve
I still ask myself where was I mistaken and where did I go wrong
The only people I thought who would understand were other women
but its something they have been through too
You know what is weird? These men have made them believe that its not a crime
Its a husband’s right
From the day of marriage everything a women posses becomes the husband’s property: Her body, her dreams, her aspirations, her choices……. this list is never ending
They have made them believe this too
I pity them because unlike me they don’t realise that they have been wronged
they endure this thinking that its okay, “because marriage requires compromises” Is what they have been taught
A right that these men get over our bodies right from the day of our marriage
Because to them marriage is a contract for irrevocable sex
What’s that? It’s just something you have in fairytales
(Sadly we didn’t get it there either)
They say its not rape,
because once you’re married there’s no reason to say NO
They also say it cannot be criminalised
as it would be tough to establish the existence of consent.
Ever thought who they are?
They are just some men who are lead by patriarchy
who fail to understand the difference between women and objects.
Do not judge their qualifications, they include the illiterate ones and the highly qualified ones too because while procuring the knowledge over the most complex issues, they failed to learn the basic concept of equality and respect.
They say a wife will be safe because her safety is of primary importance to her husband, isn’t this what all the religions include in their wedding vows,
but who will save them if the saviour itself is the monster?
Dear Kings of Patriarchal Castles,
The next time you look at your wife make sure you remember this!
- Marriage is an institution not an arrangement
- Marriage is not a permit for you to sexually abuse her
- Marriage is not a contract and she is not a consideration
Marriage is everything you both mutually decide it to be and not your arbitrary decisions
Marriage is an institution based on the pillar of love, understanding and trust but the foundation, it is the promise to stay together and support each other in every odd, every problem and adversity everyday for the rest of the life.
It means to protect each other and not hurt each other!
It means to adjust at times for other person’s happiness but that does mean to sacrifice your dignity and personal autonomy!
It all began with a wish
of being rich, wealthy, powerful
But where did it end?
was it a happy ending?
How would I know
I was blinded by the greed
Thinking one day I will have enough,
enough for me to fulfill that one wish
but did that ever happen?
No, because I perpetually kept asking for more
Little did I know that this would be a drug
A drug that would be the end of my happiness
Because no matter how much I get I want more
It is when I encountered a jovial man
I asked, “how much is it that you have to have such glistening eyes?”
To which he replied with content
“I am not rich, but I am satisfied”
Only then I realized I had fulfilled the wish
for which this all started long back
The only thing that wasn’t fulfilled was my greed.
They say you must not judge a book by its cover
But is it really possible for us to not judge people at all?
Isn’t it important for us to look at people and make an opinion
to keep us away from bad company
Because maybe reading a book and realizing it isn’t good in the last chapters won’t make a lot of difference
But that’s not the same with human beings
Being with a wrong person can be disastrous
We must not judge a book by its cover
but we must make a temporary opinion about people
on the basis of their deeds, behavior, vibes, communication, energies, perspective, portrayal, the way they treat others
You can know them better and always laugh upon your 1st draft opinion (which you must keep with yourself until too sure!)
but till you know them, its better you watch out!
Always remember however bad a book is, never spread rumors about it
Maybe the book which you did not like could be someone’s favorite
Let others decide for themselves, you take prudence for yourself and try finding your book!
-Sometimes books with the worst reviews have the best stories to tell!