A Stranger

An unexpected text can sometimes start a whole new story.

When you want to stop typing..but just can’t

All you can do is to talk a little bit more… share a little bit more

And at the end freak out

Because this is not you.

Talking your heart out to a stranger who just was a contact till yesterday.

This is just not you, definitely!

Actually the funny thing is..I have heard

You fall in love with a stranger easily.

One day..Sometimes…Out of nowhere…

You encounter someone

He’s not a life partner,but just a stranger

In front of whom you uncover the deep essence of your heart

The words in the dark alleys of your mind finally see the light of the day.

You are amazed

You are scared

Scared of being taken advantage of.

This weird melancholy of your mind baffles you.

This unknown world..unknown person

How you..a shy person.. swayed yourself in this strange yet somehow familiar world

You are surprised on this new existence of yours.

One which,you knew,was always there,but never had the gumption to expose it freely…

Actually the funny thing is..I have heard…

You fall in love with a stranger easily.

Sometimes people just continue listening to you and stop understanding you.

You speak a lot but still go by unheard of.

That time you feel

You want someone…

Whom you don’t have to keep happy every time..

Whom you are not entitled to neither is he to you

Who isn’t upset on you

Every evening, just sits with you

Hears what you have to say and tells something about himself

He doesn’t incite a doubt or any expectation

Just incites an emotion of calmness after a storm, undeniably

Actually the funny thing is …I have heard You fall in love with a stranger easily.

You might ask me…

Why a stranger?? Why someone who doesn’t know your ugliest secret.

That stranger is just stupid!!! 😉

He might be broken by his past

But…So are you…

So..Relax mate

Because the last time I checked,broken crayons still coloured the same.

Because when you don’t have anyone….

Your mind wanders… looking for a stranger

Because a stranger doesn’t know how to find you by himself.

There are no rules for talking to a stranger

There is no need to reach the depths of each other’s mind and unravel every dark secret

And maybe that’s why you can say anything to a stranger without thinking, unabashedly.

Actually the funny thing is… I have heard..

You fall in love with a stranger easily.

And now if i tell you

That this weather of strange yet beautiful words and feelings won’t last

That you might not meet this stranger ….

Or even get to see him in person

Then you might want to stay with him for a little more time

You might want to say what you never told anyone…

Because you know.

You know you got him for a coincidence.

This was not a planned date.

Even if this person goes away,your heart won’t ache,

Because anyway

Neither of you has promised to stay.

All of this seems strange and funny, eerily

Actually the thing is…I have heard..

You fall in love with a stranger easily.

So I would say

This is chance,not many get

Smile at that stranger of yours

Bring out whole heart of yours

You never know…

Maybe he also needed a stranger somewhere.

You might not say…let’s be together…even though you both want it.

Instead you might just say…let’s only talk and then forget about it.

Because confrontations are hard and lying dormant in each other’s phone is just too damn easy!

Remember, you slept with empty dreams but this stranger found meaning in them

The stories which were old ..found new feelings which were lovely

And this might be the reason why

They say

You fall in love with strangers easily.

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A Twisty Mother’s day

Via Daily Prompt: Pedigree

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So, it’s been two days since mother’s day was celebrated. And in these two days-

My news feed on Facebook is filled with posts about people uploading pics with their mother’s. Long captions. Big words. Smiling faces.
But how how true are those captions? How deep are those words? How real are those smiles???
I am sure and truly hope most of you have mothers which stand true to all those wonderful words.
But I am pretty sure there is also a section of kids/ adults who don’t have all this. They don’t feel undying love towards their mother. They respect her but that’s out of the parent they are… the mental conditioning done by the society… and not personal feelings. This doesn’t mean they don’t love her. It just means sometimes things between them got screwed up pretty badly.
Let’s take a different view point on mother’s day.

 
There are those of you who adore their mothers, who have undying love for her, who answer the question, “Do u love your mother?”  With- of course! I do. As if there can be no other alternative

This is not for you. You have enough. You don’t need this write up. This is for everyone else.

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This is for the ones who have been controlled, compared without limits for absolutely anything, ignored and humiliated. This is for the ones who never felt wanted. And for some reason always failed to believe the universal truth of mothers love.

Not every kid…

Not every kid has a picture with their mother
smiling into the camera to upload on Mother’s Day.
Because some mothers are too busy appreciating other kids.
Because some mothers are trying to shape up their children according to some ideal fit set by the society or according to what they themselves couldn’t be.
Because they are busy making a cage for their children which the child doesn’t even want to be in. Because they are busy in matching their child to some godly pedigree.

Some kids can’t really speak to their mothers but are bound by the rules of the society to play the part of a really good child but are in fact just hiding. Hiding their true raw self from everyone.

This is for the ones who when they speak up and try to express what they feel, are constantly reminded of the social pragmatism.

Try telling someone you don’t love your mother. Or that you are not too fond of her…countless arguments will be made about how you should just try to understand her.

I am not here to blame mothers or to go against them. I am sure whatever mother’s think for their children is in good faith and for their betterment. But some need to understand that their child’s betterment is in doing what they are comfortable in and not forcefully trying them to make into that proverbial good kid whom everyone loves.

The humiliation, ignorance, feeling of unwontedness comes at a heavy cost. A cost beard by the little kid.

The kid plunges slowly into a deep dark pit of emptiness which seems never ending.

They slowly start disliking you.
It burns their heart to see someone else’s child’s achievement bring smile to your face.
Their bodies pretend to be living, although their soul is dying out from inside.
They don’t care about anything anymore.
They just work as a machine and slowly make themselves get used to this society and your ideals.
You don’t notice this and it breaks their heart to see your indifference.
They bottle up their emotions.
They learn to speak only what you want to hear.
Their insides get crushed every day.
They stop emoting.
They stop communicating.
Those who are good at this, survive. Those who can’t think it’s better to put a full stop on their lives forever.

So for the ones suffering.

It’s not your fault.

Forgive your mother’s if you can…if you like…but look towards your own life…there are so many things to do. Don’t carry this pain forever.  There are a lot of things waiting to be accomplished by you on this big blue planet.

And for the mothers.

Wake up! Before your child decides not to wake up ever again.

FACES

via Daily Prompt: Forest

 

I see some faces….neither do I know them nor are they even distantly related to me.

Fighting endless day to day battles…going through the same lanes everyday…

Those eyes stare at me. Amidst over crowded places. Among a forest of self-involved people.

While walking through these lanes everyday…I stumble upon some black and white…some colored posters.

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The details written in this poster don’t tell a joke or a story

But they make my eyes tense and my mind worried.

They make me stand and stare.

Below the forlorn faces with desolate eyes

Is a date…is a name. Which tells us about those who have suddenly ceased to be seen in their home fronts.

This story is about those who have been missing since weeks and months.

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Within my daily travels, I try to memorize these faces. That maybe the hopes of those dejected families don’t die in vain. That maybe the so called Mr. Khan, the little Rahul, will be found.  That maybe I might get the chance to give them back their world.

Every morning these families have just one question-Will their destiny show them the day?, the day when they meet their lost one.

Will the one who went or was perhaps taken way ever return?

They say in this city nothing is ever the same. Everyday a lot new people come….but among those lot, some few never saw their home that day.

Their families went out for their search in every nook and corner with crestfallen eyes…

Wondering that maybe they might have done something wrong. Something so wrong that the posters put up by them were ignored by you and me with great ease.

A that time we are busy in minding our own business and rightfully so—but trust me someone siting in a tent or maybe resting in a bungalow is waiting for that one phone call.

I wish our minds stored each and every face…I wish we had such supernatural abilities…which imprinted each face on the canvas of our mind.

So that, maybe. You would notice that old man who was asking for his own address

That clueless child who was running to someplace unknown…

That little girl in the embrace of a mother who didn’t look like her…

At that time we all were present right there. Lost somewhere in our own world.

But just think for a second…

What if those people were the faces that are now rare?

I know my words might not be piercing enough to make you realize

And I know you don’t have any time to sacrifice

But I request you the next time you see a poster, stand for some time and try to read it a bit

The faces on them will feel good.

That even though for a minute…someone stopped…someone tried to remember their faces…that someone cared!

Maybe our minute efforts may bring them back to their own world.

FACT -According to the report of home ministry in 2014, one lakh children go missing in India every year.

This number is surely not peanut sized. Your one glance…your one effort to remember a face …to notice, might just bring down this number by a little bit.

And oftentimes “little bit” is all you need to bring a huge difference.

(This write up is inspired from a poetry i saw somewhere.And i felt compelled to write about it. Hats off to the person who thought about this beautiful idea.)

That evening!!

via Daily Prompt: Sleeve

This poem comes at a crucial points of realization in my life. Sharing it with you all. Hope you like it 🙂

 

I fell down, it was no longer bright

Landed in a black hole, which was devoid of light

 

Out of the corner

I see you standing there

With sparkling eyes

 

I hope they are authentic, no disguise

 

My heart thuds as you approach me

I feel like you have come to help me

 

The people that came before

Were not as good as you

I hope this time my destiny had something new

 

But that eve

You had some tricks up your sleeve

 

You slowly lean in

I can see your teasing smile

I pray

Spare me the misery of another fake

O Divine!

 

Slowly I realize

It’s not what it seems

This time someone had definitely come to help me

 

You pick me up from my mess

But all I could see

Was darkness

 

As I look behind

There is no one standing

That sparkling eyes I saw

Strangely seem to look like mine

 

All my life

I was in this struggle

To find someone

Someone who would be with me

Who would understand the essence of my words

The effect of my words

Someone who was just like me!

 

 

But the struggle of that eve was something special

That fall in the black hole

Had given rise to something bright

As I met myself that night

I realized I had been searching for myself my whole life

 

So the struggle stops

And with it the stops the need

To find someone

Because

The best find is myself

The best find is me

Authentic

via Daily Prompt: Authentic

A Poem in response to the prompt- authentic :

 

You were meant to be wild

But you settled for mild

You were meant to be wicked and free

But you settled for being a chicken in a tree

You were meant to carve your own destiny

But you settled for everyone’s mediocrity

 

So

When you feel

A dull ache in your soul

A humming around your heart

A longing for something without a name

 

I would say, obey that call

Because it is a call

Of your authentic self

Of the part of you

That lives just beneath your skin

So finally

Let it have its way with you

 

Because

You were meant to be wild

You were meant to be free

And meant to carve your own destiny

 

What if!

via Daily Prompt: Genie

A poem interpreting the Prompt- Genie. In response to the Daily Prompt.

 

 

You had time today

You have time tomorrow

But you don’t speak up

You keep your emotions bottled up

 

He said he liked you

Too afraid to say yes

Too afraid to get hurt

You said something worse- Nothing

 

You did not speak up

You kept your emotions bottled up

 

You always held a grudge

Against the way he treated you

First you lost your self esteem

Then you lost your voice

Only had you spoken up

Would there have been a step up

 

You had time today

You have time tomorrow

But you don’t speak up

You keep your emotions bottled up

 

There will come a day

When you will be laying in a corner

Your mind punctuated with what ifs

What if, you had spoken up?

What if, you had unscrewed the bottle?

And let the emotions flow…

What if…

What if…

 

So buck up!

There is still time

 

No more wishing for the past

Speak up for your future

Unleash the genie inside you

Only YOU can save you!!

 

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Anything, but an ordinary day

 

17 APRIL, 2018

It was an ordinary day. It was the same old routine of getting up, getting ready to face another day to day small battles of life. Funny how every day we feel it’s just the same day…just like yesterday. But oddly enough each day stands out to be different in some minute, but significant way.

Being the season of scorching heat at this time of the year, it came as a pleasant surprise when I could see the hot sun slowly hide. Puffy clouds soft as pillow covers had started covering the sky. It gave me the utmost joy to watch this standing at full height windows facing the street. This joy was shared all of us standing there. This was a welcome relief for all of us. A much needed break.

Being a pluviophile, I got immediately lost in the rain. I was present there physically, but my mind was travelling thousands of miles back and forth.

Slowly bolts of lightning broke the air and I could see the mist which clung to it.The heady fragrance of the raindrops soon filled my nostrils and the pitter patter started punctuating my thoughts.

What is it about the rain that makes us feel so intense, I often wonder. Something natural, I am sure 🙂

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I was reliving the wonderful memories…the lost days. I remembered the wonderful walk in the rain with my loved one. The talks…the laughter. It’s interesting how people can go away from your life but, memories, they stay forever. Etched in your heart. Memories are, by far, the most beautiful asset of our mind. Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist for us. In my mind I then slowly travelled to my first splash in the rain as a child and the cold that i got after it. There was a scolding by my mother also but the splash was totally worth it 😉

The pitter patter of rain created a shield around me. I got the first splatter of rain on me when the droplets started soaking my eyelashes.  They sky looked post card perfect. But the beautiful cocktail blue color was slowly turning into a darker shade of grey.

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I used to find the rain, the feeling of getting wet all very over rated. The cliché of getting drowned in your thoughts in a rainy atmosphere always baffled me. But slowly I understood, it may be a cliché, but clichés exist for a reason. So as they say, “Some people feel the rain, while others just get wet”

This untimely rain ended just as quick, and left its indelible mark across the ground. The sky didn’t clear for the rest of the day, a reminder hanging over our heads.

It’s drizzling right now, as I write this. I listen to the thunder crackle rip across the sky. No clear delineation between the ground & air. It’s all wet anyways.

As I said, a day which started so mundane ended in a picture perfect way. Making you feel slightly different that yesterday, giving you slightly different experiences, and creating whole new memories. A day that had been so ordinary in the morning had completely changed its face by night.

CRANKY AISHA

via Daily Prompt: Crank
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Aisha sat quietly on the porch without any movement.

Desperately trying to contemplate her confusions and thoughts.

He was more of a best friend to her than a husband. But now that friend had turned into a monster whom she never knew. A monster who hurt her in every single way and made her feel like dirt.

Her everyday life of getting tortured by her husband had made her annoying and unpleasant. She was nicknamed ‘crank’ by almost everyone she met.

She had tried telling her father, every time she met, about the situation, hoping for help. All she got in return from her businessman father was “You should learn to respect and obey your husband. We can give you more money if you need anything”

Slowly and steadily she stopped asking for help. Because she knew that money or fake consolations could not help her. She was fighting a battle of pain and heartache. Death and suicide. Her father hurt her in a mental way. He would smile at her, but she could notice the fakeness in it. Only if her father would sit and just listen to her and not just call her Cranky Aisha. Talk to her. Hold her.

Eventually she started falling in an endless pit of depression. Aisha wasn’t cranky but was depressed. She had learnt to put on a mask of happiness because showing her true broken self hadn’t got her really any help. Her mask was so perfect that no one had cared to look past her mask. She tried to act joyfully but she had her moments of darkness as well, only thing that they were well hidden now. On the inside she felt like she was gasping for air, screaming for help with no noise coming out of her mouth.

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Now this story above was a work of fiction 😉

BUT

Depression– this 10 letter word is not. It’s real. As real as the diseases like AIDS, Paralysis etc. It’s more common than you think. There are hundreds of Aisha’s around us. The only thing is we fail to help them.

Very often we underestimate the power of a simple touch, a small talk, a listening ear or the smallest act of caring. Just because someone seems to be happy outwards doesn’t mean he/she is really in her best spirits. Maybe they have been forced to put on a mask just like Aisha because being real with people didn’t get them any help, because no one was ready to just sit and help them out. Depression is flat, hollow and tiresome.

Depression isn’t always at 3 am, sometimes it hits you at 3 pm when you are with your friends, halfway through a laugh and you just stop. Sometimes it’s screaming and crying and smashing plates, sometimes it’s numbness and quiet and sometimes it’s getting up anyways and staying alive, even if you don’t want.”

A lot of us constantly say, we care but had we cared enough people like Aisha wouldn’t feel the need to put on a mask.

There is no point in treating a depressed person as though she were just feeling sad, saying once in a while to them, “There now, hang on, you’ll get over it”. Sadness is more or less like a head cold, with patience it passes. Depression is like cancer. It grows rapidly and weakens your spirit.

Apprehension of going to a therapist, of seeking professional help is only going to pull us backward. Depression is a reality. It is treatable. Only if we pay our undivided attention to it and feel no shame in seeking professional help, will we be able to come out of it.

Mental health is just as important as your physical health. Your big biceps are of no use if you are in a Crank” target=”_blank” rel=”noopener”>cranky state of mind. Awareness about mental health and removing the taboo of going to a therapist are some prime concerns of today. The earlier we solve these issues, the lesser people we will lose.

KATHA OF KATHUA- A tale of Indifference

 

 

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It was a listless afternoon. Amidst casual conversation with my friends…Someone said, “Hey! What happened with Asifa was horrific”. I was about to respond to this, when one of my friends said, who is Asifa? What happened? Is it serious?

I was appalled at this question…to this attitude to be precise. It’s been more than a week this incident is gathering heat in almost every space, be it in newspapers, or social media platforms or the television space. So it is not as if this incident was little known. The irony in this situation was the friend who said it was a female and an educated one!! This casual indifference to something so intense is what makes me wonder about our whole attitude to this situation. Later on I, with utmost patience on my part, went on explaining about the whole issue. The response to which was, oh! So bad. But this is regular Na in our country. What to do now? Ab hum isme Kya kar sakte!

My point being, here is a father who lost his child in the worst way possible, had to fled the area because of constant threats because he had just filed a police report wanting to find his little girl, and has to probably find a new source of income to feed his remaining family. The lawyer who is trying to fight for that little girl in court, which supposedly should be a good thing, is also receiving threats. The real reason behind these threats still baffles me, but it reeks strongly of political pressure and our old Indian way of suppressing the accused instead of helping the victim.

So yeah! A lot is happening. I know, being miles away from where this is actually happening, we cannot contribute directly to this, but we can at least help by creating more awareness about this issue, by speaking out on this on various platforms, by making our voice heard. Maybe…just maybe…our little efforts might contribute to some significant change in the situation.

I get it when some people say they don’t like sports so they don’t read sports news, they don’t know about certain scientific or any news for that matter which they don’t have much interest in or knowledge about it. But this incident is way above your choices, it’s not limited to your likes and dislikes. This heinous crime has been committed in our country by humans who behaved like monsters that night. And in my personal opinion this SHOULD have little effect on you at least.

Many crimes like these are hushed and go unreported. Those people don’t even get a chance to demand justice which is ideally their right. In such cases our lives go about hunky dory in every which way and at the same time these people are silenced for life. They lose their inner peace and happiness. So when something has come to light, when someone has got a small but a chance to fight, what is the harm in us, as common people in contributing to it in whatever way possible. The result is surely not in our hands but the efforts are.

Such crimes are happening more and more now a days but it should be stopped before our country becomes known for these things!

Slightly late, but … A New Beginning

 

Hello Beautiful people.

Writing for me is something which lets me scream without making any noise, which makes me capable of pouring my heart out even if no one’s listening, and at last which helps me set myself free. So this blog is just another variation in my hobby of writing. Though this idea of a blog is something which had made its strong house in my head since a long long time, but my social awkwardness in putting myself out was proving to be a even stronger barrier to execute my plan. After a lot of thinking and procrastination ..;-)…I managed to kickstart it. So, yeah, it’s a late beginning ..but a new and a wanted one!!  So as the saying goes- It’s never too late for a new beginning. I hope to learn a lot ..grow to my best potential and to make wonderful friends here. Hoping for support from all you amazing people here. Adios!!