She's a nerd, a geek What an awful freak! She doesn't like sports, prefers books Can you ever imagine someone curled up in a nook? Their voices yelled In her head Getting louder and louder They filled her with dread. But she had the dove Of self love.
''Ruining my mental peace?" Challenged she. "Try me!" There's change in the air She's no longer frail!
She's black, she's dark She has curls all over her head She reminds me of the walking dead! Cried they Piercing her heart and her way They were adamant, but so was she.
"My beauty is my mind Which no longer cares for thorns of this kind!" There's change in the air She no longer needs to be fair!
She's never heard Not because she doesn't have a voice mingled with tears But because Society has turned a deaf ear.
But that must change She's stronger by the day She paves her way Instead of letting thorns lead her bleeding feet astray. She'll listen, she'll tell She's not afraid to yell She's no longer a timid hare She is now a fearless mare
She doesn't bear anymore She breaks down closed doors There's change in the air She does dare!
There's a lot left still But there is also her iron will Which will make her fight With all her might Pushing away all the horrific frights She now knows her rights. There's change in the air In fame she now has a share!
She's a shining star Breaking all bars She dances, she sings She flies with hard earned wings.
She wears her wedding ring with pride But she also rides with strides There's change in the air There's change in the air!
WATERFALLS OF BROKEN CONSTELLATIONS The tears. The pain. The cries. The silent screams. The waterfalls of broken constellations.
The monsters, appearing from under her bed And creeping up into her head. Threatening to eat up her soul, Raw and whole. The waterfalls of broken constellations.
Comments, painted by a thousand tongues, Deep and sharp, the words stung. She's fat, she's ugly, she's bad, she's mad She can't do anything She's a drooping flower, Faint and sad. Waterfalls of broken constellations.
Yes there are stars And the Man in the Moon But sometimes they go away And leave her alone too. Waterfalls of broken constellations.
They rained upon her Scarring in their touch Threw herself upon the floor Begging them to leave But they didn't heed her pleas much. Waterfalls of broken constellations.
Oh, yes, those monsters were adamant But so was she. Eating away at my mental peace? Try me! Echoed she Waterfalls of mending constellations.
Cried Rumor to Depression I can't help you any longer She's found what she needed And she's stronger! Waterfalls of mending constellations.
Ran Depression to Fear And cried, " Help me dear." My roots are being uprooted Her soul is rising! Waterfalls of mending constellations.
Said fear Can't help you dear She's found that dove Which helps her rise above She's found it at last, She's found self love! Waterfalls of beautiful constellations Waterfalls of beautiful constellations.
* Upon arrival, Detective Dhyani looked around. So this was Flower Alley...so peaceful...a murder here seemed straight out of fancy. It was the first city, she mused, which was quite pleasant. "OMG!" chirped Meena. "Can't believe my eyes...thought that the place would be teeming with reporters...but of course, Superintendent Khanna took care of that...he had been only too glad to get this case of his hands and intrust it to you...All credit to him of course..." "Meena, less talk and more work!" snapped Detective Dhyani. Meena stared at her medium height, brown haired, serious sister and muttered, "Can't believe I am YOUR sidekick!" * There was a knock on the door. Ronit opened it, grave faced and angry. "Damn you, you reporters! Can't you leave my daughter alone? Get lost before I..." "Excuse me," said Detective Dhyani curtly, cutting him short."I am not a reporter. I am Detective Dhyani whom you may have heard of." "I have not heard of any such detective," said Ronit grumpily. "What an insult!" murmured Detective Dhyani. "Umm...you said something?" asked Ronit suspiciously. "No," said Detective Dhyani hurriedly."Anyway, can I come in? I wish to make a few inquiries." "Certainly not. My wife is suffering from hysterics since this happened.My daughter is taking care of her. I will not entertain disturbing her more." "Well, Mr Ronit Mathur, you must answer my questions then," an unfazed Detective Dhyani answered. "Sure. Fire away." "I believe your daughter Chahat Mathur found the body?" "Correct." "She lives with you and your wife?" "No. She lives in England. Came back a few days before. Poor thing, it has been a shock for her, though her mother fared worse." "What is Chahat Mathur's profession?" "Is that relevant?" "Indeed it is, as is all her history." "Well then, she went to England to study at the age of eighteen. She is currently thirty. She majored in English literature, philosophy and psychology. At 26, she began to work as a professor in Oxford University.She is, you see, extremely brilliant. Well, after some time, she decided that the job didn't suit her. She then trained for a year under a psychologist. Then she set up her firm. Worked for a year and came back here for a month." "Why did she come back?" Ronit stared. Detective Dhyani noticed a flicker of the eyebrow. "Why can't a daughter come back to meet her parents?" he demanded. "Indeed she can." Detective Dhyani's voice purred, relentless and pursuing."But usually no one comes back after only a year of business in a new country...where one has to make a name for themselves.. " "Stop it," said Ronit blankly." It is best that the truth be told. Chahat wants to marry an English person...we were not well-coughs delicately- what you call exactly in favor...so she came to convince us." "Who is this young man?" "Some George,"answered Ronit with distaste."Why these girls can't marry people of their own society is beyond me. But anyway,you have the background story. Anything else?" "No thank you Mr Ronit Mathur. You have been most helpful..." TO BE CONTINUED COPYRIGHT YASHVI BANSAL This is my first story. To keep track, refer to #murder_vi Ask me to tag you if you like. I'd love to #murder_vi#crime#thriller#thrilled#firststory @leemirae