#crusheddreams

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  • riyagupta__ 23w

    Caged Princess

    "Be strong enough to stand up for yourself and say a big no to people who mistreat you." I said, to my one and only best friend during lunch one day.
    "Yeah,Yeah my iron lady. I will say a no and will definitely call you to deal with them for hurting me." She replied with a smile on her face.
    "Sweetheart,Where are you?" I heard the love of my life calling me from behind.
    "I'm here love" I replied back.
    "You know he loves me a lot and he is the best life partner I can ever get. He cares for me like a rose. He is the prince of my life." I said to my friend side hugging the love of my life.
    How I wished I could tell her the truth
    The way he loves me ,just like a doll, making me do whatever he wants.
    Yeah he treats me like a rose, crushing me under his shoes , plucking the petals of my dreams and hurting me beyond repair.
    I wish I could tell her about the beast residing behind my prince charming's face.
    I wish I could show her the fresh red marks of that slap on my cheeks hidden behind tons of makeup.
    I wish I could show her all those fresh burnt marks which I was hiding behind my full sleeve clothes.
    But I can't
    Because I'm tied,
    Tied with a rope called nupital chain around my neck.
    The stamp of vermillion on my forehead, is the symbols that I belong to him.
    And not to forget that one page marriage certificate,
    Which is his license to treat me the way he wants..
    The license which gives him the permission to rape every night,
    Hit me, love me , mistreat me and what not.....
    How I wish I could be strong enough..
    Strong enough to fight for myself.
    To fight for my lost pride
    To fight for my self respect
    And most importantly
    To fight for "ME"
    ©riyagupta__

  • mohanwrites 91w

    Of Cuckoos and Dreams

    Two dark cuckoos
    Married and all
    Living in a forest
    High above on the branches.

    As time passed
    They were blessed with an egg
    Papa cuckoo was very thrilled
    Mama cuckoo had already started knitting.

    "I want my chick to be stout and handsome
    With brightly coloured feathers all over his body
    When he shows off his colours and dance,
    Every eye must envy and adore him- I want a Peacock as my son"
    Prayed mama cuckoo all day long.

    "My son must grow up into a strong bird
    A bird thats soars high up above the clouds
    He must have strong talons and powerful eyes
    I want an Eagle as my son"
    Dreamt papa cuckoo and grinned widely.

    At last when the time had come
    The shell had cracked up and split
    Out came a black little cuckoo
    Cooing and flapping helplessly.

    As he grew up into a young cuckoo
    A rather dark but beautiful one,
    He was neither coloured brightly like a peacock
    Nor had strong talons like an eagle.

    Papa cuckoo said he could never be famous until he soared high up
    Mama cuckoo asked him to dance when it rained
    They were too busy trying to make him an eagle or a peacock
    They couldn't realise all he wanted was to sing.

    The cuckoo started to wag his back whenever it rained
    And glided over the canopy all day long
    He forgot he loved to sing, and that he had to
    And so did his own chicks.

    The cuckoos that were born after, they never sang or cooed
    They were too busy training to glide and dance and what not
    The forest lost its natural sweet voice
    And no one could make out the forest from barren lands.

    It's never about what someone wants you to be
    But about what lies great inside of you, and what you wanna become
    See, a peacock can't coo
    Or an eagle can definitely not sing
    Be what you are, and show them
    What you can and will be.

    ~mohan.writes

  • jessiethoughts 181w

    Story of us

    What happened before all of these?
    The sun shines on our very faces,
    Our quest for love was so strong,
    We were so close to finding a common ground,
    The plans were already set,
    We had so much to do together,
    We had our future in front of our eyes,
    It appeared nothing could stop us,
    We argued and fought but we put aside the qualms and focus on the happy side,
    Little things did not put us apart like it would do to many others,
    But then overthinking and what ifs put everything to question,
    Made everything we had irrelevant,
    And time tell,
    Because the next time we saw each other,
    Even 'hello' was a burden,
    All that was left were broken hearts and crushed dreams,
    Nothing worth more than a game of chance.
    ©jessiethoughts

  • keertiameta 198w

    सपने

    सुनो,
    मैंने सपने देखना छोड़ा नहीं है,
    हकीकत हर बार हराती है, लेकिन,
    उम्मीद का दामन मैंने छोड़ा नहीं है़...

    मेरे सपनों को शायद उम्र कम मिली है,
    या यों भी,
    महज़ किसी दंभ के आगे हारे जाते हैं,
    या, बस किस्मत की साजिश में मारे जाते हैं...

    ऐ वक़्त, इस बार पूरी तैयारी के साथ आना,
    मेरे सपनों को मिटाने,
    या मेरी हर ज़िद को हटाने...
    सुना तुमने, ओ गुज़रते वक़्त,
    आँखें थकी ज़रूर हैं,
    पर मेंने सपने बुनना छोड़ा नहीं है...
    ©keertiameta