She is a mother, daughter, wife, sister.
But she is not "she".
She can't be herself,
When she chose, "I"
She is labeled, cursed and assaulted emotionally
By the people, she loved selflessly.
She was advised not to choose "I"
Even though they know it kills her inner soul.
They killed her "I" for the faceless people.
Killed her for the inhuman society's non-existing pride.
She held her tears helplessly,
Knowing love comes with terms and conditions.
But their ignorance killed her soul.
That their terms are not just their pride,
But it's their daughter's soul too.

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Dependency is a disease,
Which makes you feel sick
Of yourself.
Which conceal you from
Self-realization.
Which fails you from
Discovering who you are!
Can you believe,
So far you are fooled
by your ancestors, neighbors, friends.
So far, you listened to them saying,
Who you are!
But, it's you,
Who should realize, who you are?
Self-approval is a holy grail.
Seeking approval is sick.
Get off from your illusional
Self-pity.
Once you smell the freedom
Of independence
You'll never get back to
Where you are now!

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Is it possible
to witness a human like me.
Maybe of a different race, region.
Someone like me,
So I can admire
The beauty of her flaws
As a third person.
Her beautiful eyes
At her anger.
Her revelous voice
On joy
Her admirable small dreams
Which she always fulfill.
But remember
She is little more, more
Like me.
Exactly my real facsimile.
She lives the way exactly
What I always wanted to!
Her strength, dreams, bravery
Love, kindness,
Inspires me with awe.
She inspires me
All the way
every day.
Isn't your facsimile inspire
you?
She is not out there!
She is in here❤

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The feeble voice inside is getting stronger,
At the finest moments of life.
But the finest moments are fuzzy.
And ain't binary.
Abandoning her inner voice,
In a fear of losing them,
Caused an immutable impair.
What if she doesn't find her finest moments ever?
So, She started believing her every moment of life, as the finest
And started realizing her purpose of life.
But that changes over time, her purpose.
This made her more vulnerable to changes.
For the first time being advantageously vulnerable.
I believe she is the finest species, who proves the theory of survival of fittest.

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Little weird
That we're too busy
Chasing something,
Human-made.
Dying off living routine life.
Living a similar life
What your neighbor lives.
Shiting the same shit.
Are you not bored!?
Yes, you are!!
But...but...
What's stopping you!
Age, responsibilities, family,
society, life status,
Yeah, you have tons to list.
But, who cares!!
This moment is yours,
Nothing else.
Choose!

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You worship earth on earth day
But fail to protect it.
Women on women's day
But fails to support them.
Mother on mothers day
Yet, disappoint them.
And down the pike,
You made me realize,
You have a different sense of worship,
Which I usually perplexed about!
And finally its hatred.
Hatred in name of religion.
Burning his deity will devast yours too.
'Cause there is only one God here.
Which you have given the different name of.
It takes guts to realize it.

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Influential woman,
She is.,
Yet broken like every other woman.
But with a slight difference of
Dusting off her worries, the next day
With a big smile on her face,
And courage in the heart.

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One who can conquer the world
And spellbind women
With just a pen.
Ohww, yaa,
Now it's just the mobile keypad.

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This is a wonderful night,
Where time is immobile,
Against all laws of physics.
The happiest heart and the satisfied soul
Juggling, and wiggling blissfully,
Witnessed by the countless stars
Ahead.
I'm happy and that's simple.
Despite all odds, that's going on in my mind.
It's always, the simple tasks
Which is so hard to process.
And that lead into the trap
Of neverending loop of unhappiness.

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Sometimes we forget
What we are capable of,
And get angry
On our capabilities.
With ignorance of being ignorant.

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