snehhaaaaHey!! You are doing really well... Wanna take part in my upcoming anthology ..! There are two packages and many more perks too If interested than DM Instagram (@___poemera_) Whatsapp(7014230989)
People of my blood Have always wondered They used to ask me "Seriously! Aren't you Afraid of ghosts" I would say "Nah" Little did they know Am afraid of something else Something terrifying Than the ghosts
Anxiety and panic attacks Have become my uninvited guests But am afraid To admit what I feel To admit what I go through Afraid of people Am just trying Trying to be Strong and bold
Having done with my Office chores Around 7PM I was walking from My workplace Towards home With my mask
I just love walking It has always been my choice Over other modes of transport These days it also feels sometimes Like a do or die task It makes me anxious When people stare for no reason
When some stranger Suddenly appears from nowhere I get anxious I feel my nerves No matter he is good or evil My heart keeps beating Wishing not to encounter
It was a pleasant evening As calm as an ocean The rain had just stopped The roads were clumsy There were hardly People on the road
It's a short distance This pandemic has shortened The distance between my Personal and professional life To a period of five minutes
Failing to lock my Anxiety and fear I locked my office door I could barely see Any people on the road I kept telling myself "A right and a left You'll be back home Keep going"
As I kept walking I could see my house At the end of street The streetlights Not so bright Were my only company
Two blocks away From my house "Just few more steps" Echoed my brain My heart began relaxing Feeling safe
Before I could feel safe "Shall we go", said a voice Breaking the silence There was this guy Staring at me "Shall we go", he said again As I stared, his eyes withdrew He moved past me And greeted an auto driver Who was standing behind me And again said "Shall we go" I calmed myself telling It wasn't for me
I rushed to my gates Opened, stepped in And breathe out I rung the door bell Hoping to hear The noise of auto vanishing I did hear the noise Not vanishing But approaching
The auto came near my gate They u-turned , stared Laughed and flew Leaving me anxious And clueless of their act Am afraid tomorrow or someday This might happen again
Am not exaggerating But it is how a girl feels When approached, stared Or encountered by a stranger
I could not tell my family If I tell, there are two possibilities Either they ll warn those people Or stop me from going out Mostly the latter And it sucks The fact that I can't do anything I love because of some humans Like them sucks
Mental health should never be taken lightly, it differs from person to person but nevertheless we all need help and attention and that extra dose of love. Do not make us feel ashamed of our feelings , just hear us and give us
And Here comes you! Ooh, I can't really express, how much I waited for this. Today I'll be the happiest person alive you know why because you are the one I dreamt of every single day, hiding from the world. I have rarely mentioned you to anyone. In this flashlight of the city I just forgot to feel you. I forgot to admire the thoughts that makes you different form this cliche world that moves everyday but the stagnant its mind is rusting. I know it will never ever accept you. They think you are different and that for them, different is never unique, it's always weird! This was the only reason I sent you to exile, even when my heart ached for you, my mind was determined that without you this society will embrace me. Maybe it did; but I forgot to embrace myself... But now I want to embrace myself; I want to embrace you! Now no more differences. Even if you are weird you are mine.
So welcome my dear self, come hug yourself. And promise me, you'll never leave me. I can sustain without you but to live, you are compulsory! Enough of breathing, after years, I want to live now!
@mirakee thank you for like @writernetwork#farcry I am here to raise the voice Of all the girls and boys, Raised like dreadful toys, I am here to raise my voice.
Families separated in the greed For their ancestor's treats. Their quarrels exhaling negative air. How long the kids can bear? In the end, they have to breathe this air.
They are stuck in the maze, What can they do, even if they know About the ways. The hindrance of revenge, Among their families, Have had them unhinged.
What should they say? When their friends ask, About their uncle and aunt. Should they say- Yeah, they are good Or we have not talked for ages.
What should they do? When they are all depressed Of being suppressed Under the family crisis. They have to stay quiet about this, 'Cause not allowed to talk to their cousins Or afraid of being judged by their friends.
How can they let it all go? When no one tries to understand them. They are sobbing just behind us, But their screams are like Far cries.
Everyone craving for the new day To live a new life While they beg the night to hold them And let them burst out in tears Hidden from everyone.
For others new day Is to live a new life For them New day is to die once more In a different way.
Family problems which have been a trending thing in most of the person's life have affected so many children especially teenagers for being raised in such a toxic environment. When it comes to rivals, no one wonders about the victims who are not even part of this but are the most affected ones.
I wish I could tell you that , I have a hippocampus pouch of miseries hung inside my heart, Which stores the secret of my fading appearance, Propelled by my saliva containing the explosives Of your sweet axioms, That sabotages my emotions, And transforms the magnanimity into the sapphire icebergs.
I wish I could tell you, How my Sundays do not feel the same anymore, After the scorching sun burns the paper of my rights, After which the discriminatory cirrhosis scars my mind, Paralysing my very thought that the chasm between haves And have-nots will be sealed with Mutual respect for brotherhood.
To grow your hydrangea, You trample my tulips As they stand last in the list of aristocratic flowers, Although both could be grown together to concoct an orchard of heterogeneity, Instead of plotting Shallowness on a sun -baked land.
I wish I could tell you that, The trousseau of occhiolism that you carry, Unloads the small box of rationality, And makes you a Graveyard of stereotypes, That becomes oblivious To the equality That the azure nimbus sky, And verdant field distributes Within all the humans By manifesting them with the same five elements And filling them with The same crimson.
I may not be able to tell you all of that, But I know A rebellion of sanctity will surely reincarnate one day, To change the system of first among equals, And that day Karma will befall you, And invert those seven colours That you claimed to be yours, Into the white light, That was supposedly ours, from the prism of utopia.
This is a POV of a person who belongs to a secluded section (poor, untouchables, servants) of society.
Note :- Hippocampus is a part of brain. And cirrhosis occurs in the liver. Yet they have been used with different body parts to convey how disfigured things are. Also they have used symbolically to explain certain things. Read this in a figurative manner and you'll understand what it tries to convey :)