Hello everyone Let's call me "the oppressed girl" Oh yes they call me the grimy pearl Wait, don't judge me first hear my story Of the unpardonable sin, Karma too felt sorry
Its about the day I grasped his deeds The day I let out my internal bleeds I conversed with the inner "me" To the dark truth which I was willingly blind to see
She said "Our uncle is too close to our family" I asked "Too close to our family or too close to us? " "But, I always feel like a doll in front of him" "A doll which he manhandled" "Wait but he likes playing with me a lot" "But the "games" only he liked" "Doesn't he look at us with a bright smile?" "Remember, He used to leer at us with a nasty smile"
The child in me died that night I walked my legs to my family to fight They thought I just aimed to create trouble They laughed " He can't do this, he is your uncle"
I begged and cried till my eyes allowed me Felt disgusted in my body with a will to be free No I didn't kill myself from the ceiling But lost the meaning of happiness as a feeling
Recently I saw an interview regarding this incident and wanted to write about it I know I haven't done justice to this piece... And ik I can't... But i tried my best to portray it in a way everyone relates and understands the pain I hope you all can feel something through this poem
Yesterday you broke your heart again, writing one poem after another for the deceitful wind. Probably the sun must have been too warm to handle for you yesterday. Mayhaps it would have ignited your sleeping wounds. I could see how you were quiet and yet bawling in your mind for help. I could see how your anxiety didn't even let you sit straight in your chair for long. Probably the antigens on your skin turned alien yesterday and you were searching for antibodies in your dark attic. I saw how your fingers asked you to take a pause, for they were hungry, and wanted to take an afternoon nap after that, but you held them by their nape and made them carry the jute bags of your emotions. By the way I wanted to ask did that chocolate on your table ignited your smile as always? Or did it also made you travel back to the horrified past? I am sure you wouldn't have watered the sunflowers in your garden yesterday. I saw their dropped shoulders looking for their owner. And did crying for hours at night helped? Did it feel better to stand before the mirror and break down like a poem on the paper? I saw how you started writing a threnody for your past but ended up writing the song of rebirth. See words can only write truth, they may turn disguised but 'Satyamev Jayate' runs in their veins like blood. I saw how you were trying so hard to write about a parallel universe, and the mirage of your happiness, but ended up making your fingers ache with poems of yearning. I know how hard it is for you right now to hold yourself together amid the absence of haunted dreams and the deceitful winds. But can't you just hold yourself for a day? For a life is nothing but just the amalgamation of races whose track is just of twenty four hours. Obviously it extends day after day, but who knows when your breath will be transported to your pyre. I know you hold these worries about future, and endless questions about your past, but for a minute look at the rainbow of gratitude. I know, I know you see it once in a blue moon, and right now it is not even raining, but you can create your own rainbow also. Hold a paper and a pen. Then pick up the red of self love that you abandoned while growing as an adult, and slowly dig your heart, and collect other colours, that are hiding behind the facade, to save themselves from the brutal world. Mix them all on a paper, and this time write a love letter addressed to yourself. For you are love even if you sulk into pangs of hatred quickly. For you are peace even if you expand into tornadoes on every other day. For you are one who has a purpose to fulfill until your last breathe. So hold yourself together just for a day. For life isn't about years or months or weeks, it is the journey of just one day.
I happened to log in back for some reason and couldn't help scribbling after reading your recent post. You are doing a great job. Sending you tons of love and blessings. And I did not read this after writing so pardon me for mistakes and errors. And I will be back soon.