When I was 13,
My mom told me that choose your path nd move towards it...-
24 NOV 2017 AT 22:24
5 DEC 2018 AT 19:01
Love is being silent and still understanding what the other one has in there.
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4 MAY 2020 AT 10:14
Zindagi k har rang m rango
par kabhi ishqa ke rang m kabhi khud ko na rangne do-
9 MAY 2017 AT 21:00
I raise my head again for the millionth time.
The clock reads 03:15.
Am I nervous? Yes, may be?
I couldn't muster enough courage for all these years but why now?
Her parents are looking out for a suitable groom for her.
Will they approve me as the one?
Will my financial status be a hindrance?
Is a person's bank balance the only yardstick to ensure the happiness & well-being of their daughter?
I have always been there for her & today I am going to propose her!
The loud announcement at the railway station platform made me jerk out of my world of self-doubting questions.
The announcement confirmed that the train is on time.
I see few rays of sun tearing through the dense cloud of fog.
The red LED lights now shows 05:00.
My heartbeats are racing. I hear them.
I see my fast breaths become smoke to mix with the fog.
Am I nervous? Hell, I am !
The station crowd is increasing, so is the noise.
I re-direct my head towards the clock.
It reads --:--.
It's just smoke all around.
There is this sudden utter silence & calm.
The calm one feels when under water.
I can no longer hear my heartbeats nor can feel.
I can't feel anything...
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25 NOV 2017 AT 11:00
When I was thirteen, mom told me
that men are not made for sinful spree...
a gorgeous girl is not a freaky fool
and her body is not a tempting tool.
Look and leave to save your life,
Storm the stage only with your wife...-
20 JUL 2020 AT 9:21
Thirteen,and depressed.
A teen in distress.
Not yet eighteen, yet stressed.
On the outside,I was a happy young girl.
On the inside,I was a muddled sad fawn.
Clawing through,to understand that gloomy phase.
Seeing faces,and hearing sounds.
Scary images slideshowing,
In my mind's eye.
My wet pillow,drenched.
Each night,my demons quenched.
Quenched their thirst,with my tears.
Thirteen,and depressed
Maiden in distress
A teen seeking redress.
Not eighteen,yet stressed.
So I bought,a red pen..
Buried it,in red paint,to mark my dreaded days.
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24 NOV 2017 AT 22:14
When I was thirteen my mother thought I was old enough to sleep alone in a room,
My elder brother disagreed.
Perhaps that is why he sneaked into my bed every night,
Perhaps that is why he always hugged me a little too tight.-
8 MAY 2017 AT 21:38
It's a foggy winter night.
The red LED lights on the clock displayed 02:00.
I have my bottom parked on a
'dancing with your movement' platform bench from the past few hours.
The train is scheduled to arrive at 5:30 AM
& I am not taking any risk to miss receiving her.
Since the age of 11,
I have this unsaid, unusual, never dieing feelings for her.
They said don't mix friendship & love!
Surely, I am going to propose my love to her this time.
Either it will be the death of our friendship or birth of a new 'us'.
I will take my chances.
It has been 13 years already!
What if she rejects me?
I will kill her !
I raise my head again for the millionth time.
The clock reads 03:15...
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