And What Made Her That?

Countless days passed. And she was still ill, more due to her fate than her ailment. The scars on her body revealed just how much she had tried to free herself each time a demon overtook her body. Yes, her very own body. It was not she who chose to get into such filth, but destiny had something too dreadful planned for her. Having slept with so many people, young and old she had forgotten what a father, a brother or a lover meant. There was a time when she had them all. But that was certainly not her piece of happiness. She never chose to be a prostitute, not even being called by that name. They were the circumstances that forced her into it. Time never does her any good. And at this point of time, she has no soul left, no mind to decide right or wrong, not even a voice to raise. She has become senseless. Having no senses left, she was now just a show piece, torn and ugly waiting to be just thrown into trash. Though she was a prostitute, but she never does that on wish. Though she lied on that bed every time someone wanted to enslave her, that doesn’t mean she was not being raped. Every time she did that, she gave away one part of her that defined her. A part so torn away that it couldn’t even be repaired. She was a human just as others and she deserved love and respect just as others did. More than wanting something, she needed it. She needed love that could heal her, heal her to the soul. Bodily wound had already stopped affecting her. She had lost sense of worldly pleasures of relationships and luxuries. She herself felt she was no more a human. At least she had never been treated like one. If being a woman was her fault, it was better that she didn’t have this life, a life worth nothing. Where she had nothing, no freedom, no emotions no self, nothing. She was a ‘no one’ at this point of time. Not even a particle that mattered to anyone other than people who craved for a body for their pleasures. And what was her mistake? Was it that she was a woman or that she was a woman with miseries?

You Lost Me But I Found Myself

Part by part, inch by inch
You lost me
Every time you scowled at me
Every time you raised your voice at me
You lost a part of me
Part by part you tore me apart
The beautiful soul every one envied
Yes, you lost me
A simple, real, ordinary girl
Every time you chose lust over love
You lost me
Every time you shouted at me for no reason
When you scared me by your rage
You lost me
You lost the woman, the girl,  the human being
Who was more than just a piece of cloth
Or a cheap toy
You lost an expensive smile
An even more expensive depth of the eyes
Every time you lied
You lost a part of me
And with all these little lies
Part by part you lost me
The whole of me
Leaving me to myself
Hopeless, scared, doubtful, insecure
Part by part you snatched away life from my living
Part by part you lost my name
My body, my soul. Yes, you lost me.

You or Not You.. I'll Be the Same

You were my sunshine

The light in my darkness

I let you shower your brightness upon me

I let you overpower my mind with your thoughts 

I let you make me trust you

I let you make me fall for you

I let you touch me

I let you kiss me to the depth of myself

I let you take away my soul with you

And now..

Now that I'm lost

Now that I have got my trust broken

Now that I find myself in the middle of nowhere

Why do I blame you?

Why do I even recall your name?

Is that even your real name, anyway?

Why do I still sob into my pillow?

Why do I hold my hand as if it's you?

It's me who has done this

The one solely responsible

And now that I've found the culprit

I decide to blame me

To give away myself

To hold you above my dignity

To hold you above love

Why do I even call it love?

Now that I've got my lessons

I decide to let myself heal

To repair my wounds with time

To let you live and live myself

I decide to let KARMA do its part

To let what's meant for you, fall upon you

To let time repeat itself,  with you

To let you realize the loss

Maybe you don't

But I decide to give you your lesson

To smile each day and each moment

To let you be jealous of my glow and my glory

To let you see me enjoy my solidarity

I decide...to be happy

Without a sunshine

But with the whole sun

I decide to LIVE

Hey! Beautiful

Not everyone can look as good as angels. And not everyone has the eyes to see the beauty. Beauty does not lie in a pretty face. It is never determined by how you look. One can look good and still not pleasant, the other may not be pretty but still beautiful. So girl! The next time someone passes a racist comment on you, or taunts you on how you look, go kick him on his back. Making comparisons helps you improve yourself, but never give another person the right to compare yourself with anyone. And if someone does that, you have got full humane rights to punch him in the face. Be someone’s choice, someone’s priority, but never an option. You are wise enough to differentiate between that. Always remember, never to judge yourself. You are beautiful, and no power in the universe can change or deny this fact, forget about silly humans. And if beauty is really determined by looks, then baby, even bitches are cute! It’s not necessary to have pretty eyes, but you must have astonishing dreams. Your smile might not be the loveliest, but it must be the brightest. Your color..it’s beautiful. From whitish to saffron to pink. You resemble every beautiful thing on earth through your body. You body is your temple. Never stop worshiping the inner Goddess residing within you. Remember, you are a girl, a woman. And there are million others who are responsible for the existence of man who pretends to be superior to you. So, if a man does not respect your presence, leave. You have got thousand more things to do in life. Smile and never stop. Let them be jealous of you. You don’t feel the dignity with him? Move. you’re not a tree. Don’t try to be perfect. No girl is perfect except barbie dolls, and you are far more precious than mere dolls. Be kind to yourself. Don’t let anything affect you, ever. Wear clothes that please you, not the society. Open your hairs. Be bold. Raise your voice. That’s freedom. Rise higher and higher. You are not meant to remain still. Be a mirror and not a shadow of the world. Have faith in yourself. You’re beautiful. No approvals required.