I tried building walls around my heart, It acted like a fort, saving my thoughts to myself, Cause when people tend to hurt me and leave me, I convert them into poetry, Now I'm afraid, what's only left to fend off, are these reeking pages, Reeking of their sins, it's smell, unbearable to them themselves, And I, I still have those walls, Weakening by each new blow of hurt disguised cannon balls, And I still keep those pages with me, Secured in a wooden box, someone I loved gave me, And it rests just above my bed, Unleashing new nightmares and insecurities every night, Morning brings in new hopes, But with the stench of those pages, Still haunting my senses and injecting me with horrors of past. It wants me to forbid myself from any with trust, Cause my heart is void of trust, The vials of love and hope are empty, Dripping to the last drop, Till nothing else comes to my guard, My defences are a joke to me, My walls, which I built in with my won blood seem foreign and contradictory, My mother warns me to stay away from myself, Cause I remind her of the reeking pages in my room, She asks me to dump them in the trash chute, But I hide them underneath, cause when my heart loves once, It can't stop, even thought it's dead, it's heartbeat still beats for sick love, But what do I tell her, that the pen and the hand which wrote them, overpowered them, were my own. ~kalpika #globalagepoetry#poem#poetrycommunity#poetry#writer#writing#bymepoetry#writerstoli#writersnetwork@writersnetwork@writerstolli@mirakee@mirakeeworld
A silent stare, So deep, it could drown your shallow thoughts, She's calm, yet calculative, She'll pound on you, break your neck, Leave you, open-mouthed and fooled. Her vision is clear, so is her heart, She'll clean the dirt in your mind, She'll break your taboos, To prove you're ignorant and wrong. But when her vengeance, and when her rage, Is pushed above boundaries, The world will succumb at her feet, Worship, beg for her mercy. Her bloodlust eyes, will tend you to bleed, Her tears which you shed, will drown you in your ego, She'll haunt your mind, sabotage your heart, She'll kiss your misery, without a doubt. Don't you underestimate her, don't you overpower her powers, She's a psychic, she has magic in her veins and heart. Happy Women's Day you all beautiful women. Sometimes things are too stressful, but stay, cause you make the world livable. ❤ ~kalpika #poetry#poem#women#strong#writing#writeup#writer#poet#writersnetwork#writerstoli@writersnetwork@writerstolli@mirakee@mirakeeworld
Science has proven, That when two objects are in motion, there exists friction, There's a possibility of slight wear and tear, Accountancy says, When things tend to wear and tear, They're depreciated. It's funny really, How much can I relate us, Unintentionally, my thoughts drift back to you, How when two hearts collide, There's a friction of heat, of lust. How everything stops, as if stunned, By the power of two hearts in love. But when it all pauses, sudden, startling the whole environment, One heart, gets hurt. Seriously damaged. 'cause it's ready to take the risk, of getting broken, beyond repair, To face the force of the building momentum, To save the other heart, sacrifice itself. And when it gets broken, it's depreciated, Of feelings, love, emotions and sense. It's a scene of pity more than angst. It's a scene of pain. But, there's no scientific explaination as to what happens, When the other object breaks, If it does, there's no theory behind it healing. Getting fixed, at least in a working condition. I wish science was more practical, I wish our hearts were more theoretical. ~kalpikaxoxo @writerstoli@writersnetwork#writerstoli#writersnetwork#poem#poetry
It's a recent talk, more like a recent memory. Ya know how some instances get fixed into your brain, like you can remember them solid, even after ten years. How your brain, despite its clumsy itself, doesn't let you forget these kind of things. Keeps reminding you, to acknowledge and worship, what it's showing you. I was told in my English class, "hope against hope". It's hard to decipher such meanings. Carefully I disected the phrase part by part, almost nearing it's meaning. And then do I realise, how beautiful this phrase is. For some precious moments, I was envisioning flowers, honey and hearts in the background( don't ask me why.) Now, my brain is gonna remind me, to stay strong, stay true and stay firm in the most hurting situations. It's gonna tell me to adjust to the darkness, where in one blink of light seems like a delicacy. It's gonna remind me, to not just give up, and accept what comes in. It's gonna reassure that I stay, I stay. It's gonna remind me to fight. If you're going through something (all the kids are depressed). I hope this piece recognizes that hunter instict of yours. P. S told ya spam incoming. ~kalpikaxoxo
Destiny decides our course. We've been sent to earth for a purpose, given brains to think, limbs to execute, appreciate and appeal for a reason. I know the world is cruel, killing, but the best way out and wide is putting a little love and faith. They say time heals all wounds, I say love and compassion does. Time hurts you, breaks you and shatters you. But that's what makes you stronger. Your next hurdle seems a little more less-hectic. So let's love and believe and trust.
Gift Of Life, Gift Of Love Blessings Galore From Heaven Above Think Of Those Who Are Short Of Blessings All They Need From Us Is A Little Caressing...
The Umbrella Of Care And Compassion If Everybody Uses It, It Will One Day Be In Fashion Surely You Would Get A Bigger One From God For He Sees Everything And He Will Not Miss To Applaud...
The Feather Of Love We Each Can Give And Get Only If Your Role On This Earth You Do Not Forget If God Can Love You Without Any Expectations Can't We On Earth Also Build Strong Love Foundations?
The Moon Shines Bright On A Crescent Night Illuminating The Darkness From Black To White There Is No Competition Whether The Sun Or The Moon Is Better Both Complement By Being Each Other's Abetter
Let There Be Heavy Rains Of Humanity On This Earth Do Good Acts And Prove Your Worth Let The Landscape Of Life Be Not Covered With Inequality Build Up Your Karma, Build Up Your Life Quality
A Beautiful Butterfly Emerges From A Caterpillar So Ugly What Pleases The Eyes And Soul Is It's Beauty So Lovely Your Beauty Too Is Not Determined By Your Appearance What Matters Is A Beautiful Life Built With Perseverance...
The Song Of Humanity I Want To Sing I Want To Touch People's Heart String Love Is Free And I Am Fortunate If That Is All I Can Spread For Love Can Bring To Survival Even A Lifeless And Dead...
The Unconditional Love Of God Taught Me To Distribute The Gift Of Compassion To Others' The Umbrella Of Compassion On A Day Of Pouring Rain Gives Hope Like A Bright Moon And Creates Wonders Love So Priceless And Soft As A Feather Can Give Wings Like A Butterfly And Create A Pure Heart Dear God, I Sing A Song To You On Valentine's Day, For You Are My Eternal Life Sweetheart...
Final Day Challenge to Use All Words (Gift, Umbrella, Feather, Moon, Rain, Butterfly & Song) with a Suitable Title
NIRBHAYA CASE- News highlight Candle March Public Protests Silence Holding Safety measures Social rage Opinions Conclusions She was raped because she was travelling at night. FULLSTOP
ASIFA CASE- News highlight Candle March Public Protests Silence Holding Safety measures Social rage Opinions Conclusions She was raped because she was a child and had gone out. FULLSTOP
PRIYANKA CASE- News highlight Candle March Public Protests Silence Holding Safety measures Social rage Opinions Conclusions She was raped because she was all alone that night. FULLSTOP
These are just highlights. Approximately 106 rapes per day and 25000 rapes every year are reported in India. Also, India tops a global ranking of the most dangerous country. Proud? Same day Same story Different girls Same story Same India Shame India! Same rules and regulations! We need to learn consistency and leniency from our government.
Same day! Same story! Same rules! Shame rules! Different persons! Same story! Same rules!
Same story! Same rules! Shame rules!
Stop wearing those clothes Stop wearing too much makeup Stop being free Stop travelling at night Stop doing this Stop doing that WAIT! Stop LIVING That's Perfectly fine! . How many lives will it cost? How many candles needs to melt? How many words needs to be shared on social media? How many Nirbhaya, Asifa and Priyanka will become the victim? How many marches will be needed? How many safety measures will be taken? How many lists of precautions and prevention needs to be implemented? How many marches, rallies and strikes will be enough? How many times we need to hold two minutes of silence for the rape victims? How many innocent people need to cost their life to erase this thing called RAPE? How many times a girl needs to get out with pepper spray and knife and emergency numbers? How many times will we hear the same news, the same techniques, the same social media rage, the same candle March, every other day?
A true story. A little incident that happened with me the other day. __________________________________________________________
Picking up the headphones from the table, I made my way to the balcony. Fixing it over my head it I played one at random. I was staring into nowhere with the wind blowing through my hair while the lines of quit playing games blared into my ears when I noticed a shaggy little boy of around 6 or barely 7 running on the road.
Clad in a dirty pullover with face smudged with mud and charcoal, he was running as fast as his little feet allowed him to, with no care in the world. Not caring how many vehicles drove past him or how many heaps of stones he had to jump over. It was endearing to watch how all these hurdles made way for him like waves of sea parting to give way to a mermaid. He didn't notice it for his eyes were too busy being fixated on the blue kite swirling right and left in the sky and slowly approaching the ground. It was as if the kite itself wanted to be in the hands of this little struggler who had his arms stretched towards it. And soon, there it was. The kite in his dirty hands. And a smile on his timid face.
The other runners, possibly his playmates whom I had somehow managed to miss being so engrossed in the little warrior, soon caught up and a quarrel broke out how someone else had seen it first or how he owed them one, etcetera. And in no time, the blue kite was torn apart. The same blue kite he had ran for as if his life depended on it, was lying there in front of his eyes, in shreds.
I watched him intently. He stood there watching the shreds. He wasn't heartbroken. No. A little sad, maybe. He just stood there staring at the blue scraps with an unreadable expression when a commotion erupted amongst his mates. He turned around, once again staring above with binocular eyes.
Red it was, this time. Swirling left and right, slowly approaching the ground. And I was amazed to see how easy it was for the same old gleam to return to his eyes as if it was never gone. And he set out once again, running and jumping carelessly with his eyes fixated on the sky.
I stood there looking at him with millions of inexplicable emotions. I kept staring till he became a tiny spec before finally fading into infinity and the song started blaring into my ears again.