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  • ashlen 9w

    Being an old, ragged black toy
    I am cast aside by my owner in a storeroom
    Where I lie in dirts with musty smell
    Reminiscing the time when my owner used to hold me close to her chest
    Never had I imagined that a day would come where I would be replaced with my own new figure
    Waiting days after days in this dark room
    I cried many times silently
    The darkness and silence which was creepy at first has now become part of my existence
    Only when morning arrives a ray of light falling in this dark room makes me feel at ease
    I seem to have forgotten what the outside world looks like in broad daylight
    And slowly by slowly I can feel my body is turning cold ..very cold ..
    But a day came when this dark room was full of light
    And I could once again feel the warmth of someone's bosom,a small hand caressing me
    It brought back memories of my past which I do not want to remember
    Soon I realized that I got a new owner,a new house to live
    I am pampered and loved in this new house and my new owner seems happy having me by her side
    Being loved so much I feel content
    But somewhere in my heart I still hesitate to accept the warmth of her bosom fully
    As I learned that I can be replaced and I myself don't feel like crying silently again
    So I promised myself to never trust and expect anything
    And now, I feel much calm and safer in darkness than in a house full of light...

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    I feel at ease in darkness than in light

  • ashlen 14w

    #hometown #creativearena #pod

    Amidst the Himalayas
    Surrounded by greenery in all directions
    With smell of Earth in air
    Lies my hometown- "Sikkim"//
    A North-eastern or Seven-sisters State
    It's a place still unknown to many
    A place of divine serenity
    Where all religions -Hindu, Buddhist,Christians resides together
    Home to different varieties of flora and fauna
    It's a kingdom with many untold stories
    Here with every Season
    Comes a splendid view
    And is truly an abode of Gods //
    Here lives people who are so called "chinkey eyes"
    Who are thought to be Chinese and so on
    Yet those who don't know , we are a proud Indians
    Who sings "Jana Gana Mana" as national anthem
    And who fights in border for India //
    With lofty snowy mountains
    Rivers flowing by and chirping of birds to be heard everywhere
    Here lives people who are worshippers of nature //
    From famous monasteries,temples to diverse biodiversity;Gangtok, tsomgo lake to Ladakh;dazzling waterfalls to virgin forest
    There are infinite reason for it's beauty to be admired
    And there lies a desire in every Sikkimese heart to be born in this serene abode in every life...

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    Hometown

  • ashlen 14w

    Woven by threads of fine Silver
    Swinging to and fro in Wind
    Dazzling and shimmering in morning first Light
    And adorned by Dewdrops
    It's a work of art and a Masterpiece

    ©ashlen

  • ashlen 14w

    Come let me tell you my story //
    You can call me a survivor of acid attack
    Stop there don't pity me coz I'm a fighter you know
    The reason of this attack is still unknown to myself
    "What can a simple girl coming from a middle class background do someone to get this scar of lifelong", I question this myself everyday
    You know while lying in hospital bed with pain so unbearable all over my body
    I could hear my family weeping
    Don't let your imagination run wild coz they were crying not because of how much pain I was in but about "Who would marry me"?and what not
    Should I think they were worried about my future to keep my mind at ease
    So my heart will not feel so cold //
    Finally the day came when I was discharged, they handed me a present for my recovery
    I guess you all might have imagined what I received -flowers, jewelry you think so
    It was a simple shawl to cover my face so I may not scare people away but who would tell them that the beast who attacked me is freely walking somewhere without covering their face //
    The pain of burning sensation is still bearable unlike the look of fear, disgust, pity, hatred in the eyes of people feels unbearable
    They see me like a "monster"
    I remind myself that I have to live in this society till my last breath
    So accepting that look of disgust is the only solution and so with all my courage what I do is "smile" back at their faces //
    Let me tell you a secret I don't dare to look in the mirror with fear I may not be able to accept myself
    Yet to face the society so it may not look down upon me I put up a smile
    If one day I become courageous to accept myself while smiling in front of mirror //
    Will this society change their way of seeing me? And accept my face like before
    Will this society stop treating me like a culprit?
    Will my own family accept me without conditions?
    Will you all be able to love me with this scar?
    Will you all let me live freely?
    I question this to the heartless people of society..

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    Fighter of Acid Attack

  • ashlen 15w

    She once had wings,
    To reach her dreams,
    With all her might she flapped her wings,
    To take a flight,
    But it was not a smooth trail,
    It was paved of thorns,
    Responsibility became her hurdle,
    Roles to fulfill as a daughter, wife, mother,
    Made her wings weigh heavier,
    Making her flight uneven,
    To fulfill each responsibility ,
    Sacrifice was necessary,
    As the saying goes
    "If you don't sacrifice for what you want, what you want will be the sacrifice"
    With every responsibility pulling her down to earth,
    She herself feels sacrifice is necessary,
    And so she sacrifices her dreams for responsibility,
    Fulfilling every roles given to her,
    She is bound by ties of relations,
    But it doesn't mean she has given up yet,
    When she thinks it's time,
    Like a legendary bird Phoenix rising up from its ashes,
    She too will rise up above her responsibility,
    And with her mighty wings,
    She will take a flight towards her dreams...

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    She is a daughter
    She is a wife,
    She is a mother
    Without all tags,
    She is She,
    She is just her-"self".

    ©ashlen

  • ashlen 15w

    I am a caged bird,
    Wanting to take a flight,
    If you ask me what I desire the most,
    "Freedom" is my answer to it,
    With my little wings I dream of soaring the sky,
    Eating wild berries and worms with my fellow friends while gossiping about some story,
    Sitting on a branch of tree I wish to chirp all morning,
    This is all I can dream about being a caged bird,
    Whose imagination cannot run wild,

    But when reality hits me,
    My dreams are shattered into pieces,
    But somewhere in my heart I sigh with relief,
    To explore a new world after being caged for years,
    I am scared of what outside world looks like,
    Coz my imagined world is full of harmony,

    But sometimes I myself feel reluctant to leave this house,
    As together we have made plenty of memories,
    Shelter, Warmth, Food is provided to me,
    Sometimes the children of the house play and talks to me,
    We go for a walk in parks,
    Only thing is that they are freely walking and giggling,
    While I am trapped in an iron bar,
    Coz I am a caged bird,
    They do not trust me,
    I question is this a sign of -"distrust",
    Or do they feel that once my wings is freed,
    I may not return to that cage,
    For their puppet show,

    But who knows whether I want to return or not more than I myself do...

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    I am a caged bird

  • ashlen 15w

    #writingcontest #creativearena
    #pod#moonlitnight

    Sitting in a pavilion by the ocean,
    Playing zither,
    A soft breeze blowing by my cheeks,
    I yearn for your warmth once again,
    Though there is no hope of your return;

    Under such a moonlit night,
    We once gave toast of wine to moon ,
    So our love may last till eternity,
    But it faded with dark night,
    And here I am alone,
    Watching a moonlit night,
    Bathing nature in its celestial light,
    With such serene filling every void heart,
    I too hope for your return,
    Writing poems for you to show how much I long for you,
    If only you would return,
    Yet with every toast to moon,
    I await your return to fulfill our promise of eternity,
    Under this moonlit night which would grace our promise with a toast of wine...

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    Source - Pinterest

  • ashlen 15w

    Lost
    In World
    Full Of Noises
    I Try To Escape
    Found

  • ashlen 15w

    #martyrsoldier #sadlullaby
    #pod
    Far away from a village lies a meadow,
    Which was once a battleground,
    Villagers has a myth that when dusk falls,
    Sad lullaby could be heard afar,
    The saying goes that it is sang by a mother of a martyr soldier,
    To put his son in deep slumber ,
    Caressing his hair and cheek,
    She sings till dawn,
    Knowing that he will not wake up at all,
    Yet she sings with all her might,
    As it is her motherly heart which does not want to give up ,
    And wishes for him to call her "Mother",
    After he finishes his nap in her bosom for one last time..

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    Source- Pinterest

  • ashlen 15w

    Rain was pouring heavily,
    Gust of wind blew on her,
    Making her fragile body shiver,
    She rushed for shelter,
    Underneath a peepal tree,
    Standing there idly,
    She began thinking about tomorrow,
    As a busy lady she has forgotten to observe nature's scenery ,
    So today she thought it was a day to mingle with nature,
    And so she rolled her pants and stepped on puddles,
    Singing down the pathway and enjoying every single steps she took,
    Drops of tears rolled down her eyes mixed with rain,
    A tear of relief from hardship everyday and a clear mind for what tomorrow brings ..

    ©ashlen