Staring at my reflection in the fast-moving train, Tolerating the looks I get from time to time, It will pass, I console my already broken soul, With the exact hollow words all the time.
They call me Trans, And I don't care, At least that's what I convince myself.
There hasn't been a day, When, I wouldn't be stared at, Sometimes they peek at me, Thinking I wasn't noticing.....
Oh! Those pitiful glances, Sorry, but I don't need them, As I, lack nothing that you possess.
I do eat the same food, And sleep during night, The same as everyone, Then why me???
Many a time, If I put my thoughts into action, Half of the human race might vanish!
I run wild into my imagination, Away from the reality, Along with some beautiful souls, Who accept and respect for the way I am, To a place where everyone is considered a human......
This is from my perspective what might be in the minds of all the beautiful and handsome souls out there......I might have not experienced these situations but this what first came into my mind when this challenge was posted. I guess it is related to the topic, if no then kindly acknowledge me !!
@writersnetwork this is so unexpected. I didn't know you would gift me with a repost monsieur. To be honest I was going to leave after bidding a short farewell. But you always make it difficult. XD Thank you so so much no matter what I love you. This is home I will always come back.
I find this place idiosyncratic. The clouds chirp blue, the scent of zephyr is sand and the look on dawn's face is crimson. I make my way to the doorway. I open the door and scrutinize. There are five people in the room; excluding me. Each leaf balancing its mosaic of spectacular colours.
"Welcome pawn, we have been waiting for you. Please take your seat" says the one sitting in the middle. His aura narrates a story itself. He doesn't have to physically attend this therapy group session to get healed. He is the king. I curl my lips a bit and nod. Joining them, taking everything in, guardedly.
"Let's start with you pawn." He ordered. He knows I am an nebulous reflection on water. First move always starts with me. I start fidgeting, when all their gazes land on me. I have never been a fan of attention. I have worn a mask for so long that I can't even recognize myself anymore.
/The war can end sooner, if we don't pretend; that there is no difference. We all know you all only matter and I am a mere loner./
This is a game and I shan't put down my walls because when people come close; they see there is nothing, that lies beyond.
"That was wise, quite relatable I must admit you are something else" mocks the rook with a noxious smirk. I clench my fist in acrimony. Relatable? I wish one day he won't live in denial. Knight smiles like licorice I noticed. It twists your guts in red. "Your turn bishop." King orders playing with his wine glass. Bishop's eyes shade to dim, as he says.
//My head is filled with ideas I dare not to say, My words are never taken seriously, for I am only here to bless everyone and pray.//
I am a nobody, and I know it. I take deep breaths and gather my thoughts. To say I am shocked would be an understatement. I am shaking, after his revelation. "You go next my queen" says the king. I look at her face and can't help but notice her forced smile and gritted teeth. She seems sweet and virtuous, but I am well aware of the burden her fragile little shoulders carry.
///You assume I do not wish to be pulled from this thorny grave. It's true I am in love with the one they call terror, but why do you forget; I am a girl who is not so brave.///
Sometimes, I compliment strangers just to reassure myself my words will not crumble like the summer leaves and drift away with the tide. King might be physically stronger, but she is the one who can turn him in. "Well said my queen" he says with a senile grin and continues, "now it's my turn."
////Try and unravel me with gentleness I bet, you will find a naive kid; who never had a childhood. I never craved for the neon orange vest you put on me, I only wish to be in a wonderland away from the bitterness.////
Maybe each passing breath is a toll. I whisper an inaudible 'sorry...' I can't take it anymore. They can't just invite me and drown me in the ocean of remorse. I gather all the stuff and prepare myself to leave. I open the door but knight's voice stops me,
"Going home pawn?" I turn back, smile sheepishly and say, 'no.' I don't have the patience to explain anything to him. I feel lonely in company. Nonetheless, I do know this is home. This is where I shall return one day, 'Going away from it.' And leave.
I've heard the words, "no pain is greater" before. I have witnessed winter shutting the ice cold door on autumn's face. The world is really big, we can't cover the entire distance but we can still walk the distance that counts.
Marriages : ------------------- Yah this is a truth and sad reality of the society we are living in where atleast you marry we are ohk with that
Then who knows how the girl is going to be treated after marriage how she is going to be forced to do labour But cant accept a love / intercaste marriage.
Rape : ---------- Rape cases are seriously accepted in our society Some cases are just suppressed just to keep family respect.
Anyways what happened to that case of MANISHA I guess it has also been suppressed
------------------------ If people mentality towards such beliefs that love marriages dont last long then the society it self shall change ....1st step should be taken by thoughts made by people and then the society changes shall follow
Miracle ; yes it happened to me when I felt the sunshine in my arms, leaving me with a piece of its shimmer.
A.crumbled piece of passion , rested there in my soul. Like the yellow leaf , fallen from its shoot, It lay with cracks and abrasion And hung somewhere in the hedges of pauses. Then came the sunshine With all the spark in the serene eyes It kissed the frozen folklore Peeking from my veins of vapidity And I sensed its divinity, deep down the spine. The vibrations tossed the numb nerves And butterflies found their Bellflowers Where proses bloomed and poems grew. Sensitiveness swirled the sea of sonnets, And the miracle rained on the rising curve. I tried holding the eternity in my arms But the ethereal sunshine lit my passion And left with a piece of its shimmer in my soul For there are a million heliophilic hearts That await illumination by its divine arts Now I write of the sunbeams . Its scintillating aura still embracing me And I feel its music, flowing through my veins Like the euphony of summery streams