When the comfort zone becomes the battlefield

Ever wondered how scary wars are?
But shouldn’t I be used to it
because it happens everyday here?
But how do I explain my heart the concept of getting used to it
where he sits there in my chest
pounding on every scream
waiting for a day to come when this will end
when it will see peace, silence, love, solace, beauty
and only then will it beat to its normal rhythm
because here it skips a beat on every scream not in the fear of this fight being about him
but the fear of this being never ending
Fear of not being able to escape this war
This war where the battlefield is his own house
the assassins and the victims both are his loved ones
Where he does not understand the family tree because for him it has never been that way
And ask that kid how much he loves an escape!
Ever wondered how hostile they feel at home?

– Indeed There is an urgent need to stop Wars

Dear Nani

The care of a mother
and understanding of a friend
the one who overlooks my flaws and calls them perfection
the one who tells me stories no novels did
the one who held me tight when no one did
the one who taught me how to live for others
the one who protected me like nobody else did
the one who taught me how kitchen can be used to cook love and care
the one who blamed herself for all my mistakes
the one who made me believe in fairytales
the one who loved me more than she loved her daughter
the one who made me a lady
the one who was never partial
the one who accepted me the way I was and cherished it
the one who never made me feel small
the one who showed me how the biggest and strongest thing on earth was her heart
the one whose body had more compassion than blood or cells
the one who was soft as dandelion but in moments of need fierce as fire
the one who is a perfect epitome of balance and modesty
the one who never complained
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the one about whom even after writing pages and pages I will never get enough

The kind of things i tried finding in everyone but even god couldn’t match her kind of love

 

-Your Mini