She was a women who sits comfortably beside a door mat
She smiles there in silence and looks up to the sky outside
She sits there to sip her teas and to eat her meals
to sew her clothes and to prep her feels
She sometimes sleeps there when no one is around, and she sometimes hums her mothers songs sitting there in lowest tone as possible so that others cannot over hear her

Sometimes she is invited to sit inside her home on a couch or on a chair among them
But although she sat, it’s very clear that she was never comfortable there in the middle
She sits in there but hides away all of her.,
like a guest she shies away with the strange warmth she received
She cornerly looks at the doormat from inside assuring it that she will be back in a while and it will all be normal

Surprisingly the doormat filled with dirt, makes sure to leave some clean space for her to sit., it awaits for her and to feel her presence

Sometimes when no one’s home, she pulled out the old letters and cherished them
and sometimes she wrote back to them and kept them in the closet

She created a space in her home, that embraced her with warmth, she lived in that tiny space that no one ever claimed around

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Setting boundaries to breaking barriers…
you are never late to choose
when to hide behind and become strong,
when to break out and become bold!

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𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴
𝘈𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱, 𝘳𝘶𝘣 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦
𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳
𝘐𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴

𝘈𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸,
𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘴
𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘮𝘴
𝘐 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰

𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮
𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮
𝘙𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺’𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴
𝘓𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱
𝘐 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘥𝘢𝘺

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘴
𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘨𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨,
𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴
𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴
𝘐𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩
𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘴.

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𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭
𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯
𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘴
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴

𝘚𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦
𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩

𝘎𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦
𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴

𝘙𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯, 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘴
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝘞𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦
𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘳, 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳
𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴, 𝘭𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦

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‘Coffee’ is one such choicest word that can set up the mood anywhere
The word itself carries aroma,
brings in these subtle feels,
of rainy days and old books
of cozy mugs and warm blankets
and of awakened unowned smiles

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I looked through a window of opened doors
there are skies still wet with moist pastels
there are airs still aromatic with muddy fragrance

I strummed a song of simple notes
there are lyrics flowing in the cloud whites
there are birds chorusing for few lines

I danced through the terrace of broken boundaries
there are pirouettes whirling on the stiff toes
there are silhouettes shining from the far sights

I gazed you in the horizons in these prefect times
did you witness my love full of circled globes
did you rain to acknowledge my quested smiles!

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**Peach Reflections**

As the sunset dripped in the peach reflections,
like a potpourri, these airs scented with traces of dried daylight

Here and there, everyone walked crossing shoes in these bare streets
A cat behind a dog,
a child behind her mom,
two hands clasped tight,
few smiles shared bright., they moved
Might they head to their woven homes to meet their loved ones and share their liven stories

As the clouds plunged in the pastels,
the birds rallied.,holding their feathers with tightened tails
Their cacophony is an ode to the day passed by., way too noisy yet little harmonious

In no time of a long lived day,
few stars blinked and the crescent aroused,
few lights lit up and the land has become a canvas with moving silhouettes of rumbled lives...

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As the clouds plunged in the pastels,
the birds rallied, holding their feathers with tightened tails.
Their cacophony is an ode to the day passed by.,
way too noisy yet little harmonious!

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Even when I couldn’t see the clear colours of those skeptical lies
I have decided to seek the mystic rainbows in these magical truths

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O sunrise tickles and moonlit cuddles
Deja vu of the autumn leaves
Still breaths in the morning dews
Soothing first rains.. hailing snow falls
Don’t just incarcerate in my memories.,instead
Give us hope .. Give us hope .. Give us hope!

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