I've been trying to fight back with my own self but yet I can't resist myself from having negative thoughts all the time with all the things around me... Every thing that happens really taking me back to the past where I'm completely lost.... I tried I tried.... Ended up being a failure or being useless.... Hated me loved me...... Believed in me trusted in me... Yet being a failure or a looser..... Y becouse of me trying to fit with what I loved or want. Or I'm cursed...... Well I know I'll be ignored and will never even considered..... But still I'm going but what else is there for me....... Probably another disappointment disaster dissatisfaction.... Yet "believe it will happen don't lose hope" is running through all my mind..... #alone#lost#hope#love#failure#left#cursed
My arrival was a celebration In my house and in my colony, Full of flowers and firecrackers Surrounded me when I stepped Into this beautiful HEAVEN Called EARTH.
There was no scarcity of happiness In my life, some called me Beautiful peaceful dove, Some called me attractive butterfly, Some called me goddess As where I left my footprints Everyone believed I showered Fortune and happiness.
All were busy strengthening My wings to fly high and Colour the sky with my muses.
Who would have known That the blissful air of this heaven Would change into graveyard of hell, Where all girls are considered As lifeless, lusty object!
//The flow of air changed And my plane crashed, Within a moment the Colours turned to CURSING RED//
Till now I knew red as Colour of energy, enthusiasm, Love, power and courage But they stabbed the beauty of red By stabbing the character of girl! By stabbing the existence of girl! They didn't spare an inch Of the body to bleed red, Even the tears flowed red!
For some girls red is the most beautiful colour; Dazzling Red lehnga (gown) Swirling during Shaadi (marriage) And for some girls Red is the most deadliest colour; Colour of poignant pain, Where demons leave their Desires on the delicate life And cage a girl's Life forever in the prison Called "RAPE VICTIM"!
And it becomes more painful When society continues Ragging you in the name of Rape victim for demon's mistake!
Suddenly everything turns to Cursing red, each word starts Bleeding pain, your emotions Become silent, dead and helpless! It takes no moment to become A toy after the air changes flow Like this, The plane of women empowerment, equality Crashes forever when every time She is termed as a RAPE VICTIM Instead of GREAT WARRIOR The plane of hope and life Crashes forever when She doesn't get JUSTICE!
simran_8Hi i really like your writeups would you like to join bshayar52 in an anthology?
wordsofpragyaWow!! Beautiful lines.Your words are magical.✨You can publish your writings in a book. I'm compiling an anthology named, "SHADES OF NIGHT". Dm me on Instagram: @wordsofpragya .....If you want to be a co-author in this book to rewrite your own stars. You'll get many special rewards.
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