Mirror mirror on the wall,
What's your definition of beauty, tell me all...
Hey mirror mirror on the wall,
Why do you get to decide my rise or fall?

How am I supposed to understand something so complicated yet so simple like a light breeze?
Every day I read new definitions, new theories, new explanations
But none of them match mine.
Why is it that the experiences of love are considered to be measures of love?

I always wanted to be a mother. The thought of someone hugging on to me, someone calling me ‘mama’ always excited me. My husband and I had to wait for 4 years until the arrival of our little bundle of joy. When I got pregnant, I never thought of all the sacrifices I would have to make. My pregnancy was not as smooth as I thought it would be.

We fear what our neighbours will think. We fear about our standards. We fear about our clothes, hairstyles, looks etc. We fear about our jobs. We fear about careers. We fear about our results. Even, we have fear for our lives. We fear about our favourite things. We fear that our comfort zone would be away from us one day.

Give me your hand,
I'll show you off to the world.
Cheesy enough.
Show me your darkness

My heart aches with sadness and grief unsaid,
But flashes of family and friends come before my eyes,
The happy memories beg me to return by.

The naked sky filled with great embrace,
Sensing as I lay down on the terrace.
The cool breeze hails on my body,
But my heart sings its own melody.

I can't help but wonder
If I cloud your thoughts too
Does your mind wander
To the possibility of me and you?

Sitting by the window of my room one evening,
as the sun sets and the golden skies begin to grow dark and lonely,
I embark pondering upon a sudden idea that struck my mind -
individuals who are not slaves to a humanly creation called time,
individuals who dwell unbounded by this notion.

To the ones who feel the need to satisfy society: STOP. Look around yourself. Understand that we are different for a reason. If the human race were meant to be 7.7 billion exact bronze statues, then things would have been shaped that way; but we aren’t.

But I kept forgetting then.
and I keep forgetting now.
And this is how I knew
that I did not need you anymore.

As we all know, this era is fast and modern, and we should be smart like our cell phones and perform well on every manifesto of work, as mother, as a daughter, as a co-worker, as a wife, and as a reliable woman of society, but in all these processes, we’ve lost ourselves. We need to pause everything (like everything) to get that young, free spirited, beautiful, strong girl back in form.

When the lights go out and leave you standing in the rain,
When you feel there's no one to save you from drowning in your pain,
When you think you are lonely enough to let out a cry
It's the expression in your mind that encourages you to give one more try.

Pain and sorrows are never a joke, no matter how silly the reason behind it.
If you're hurt, you're hurt. You don't need to give any clarification, about why it's affecting you.
Emotions don't require any explanation.

You are the poem,
I had the whole theme ready of, in the first three minutes.
You are the poem,
I can’t find the right words for, even in three years.

Why do you underrate me?
Why do you tell me what I am
Or what I could ever be?
Why do you not tell that to your boys?
Why do I have to earn your trust,
walking a hundred miles more?

He forced himself onto me,
He just didn't let me feel so free.
The man hitting me was so strong,
Oh, mother. Tell me? What did I do wrong?

Why'd you betray?
I'd given you all the reasons,
To go with me.
Why'd you choose that only reason,
to go on your own?

Tell me to be ‘ladylike’ and sit cross-legged.
I will spread them far apart, do a split,
And dance to the rhythm of your grimaces.

Why do people change their minds and priorities in no time? Maybe, in this era of modernisation, emotions have lost their charm, and exist as a word only. No one has time to scrutinize their bonds and give enough time to their beloveds.

Moving down the hourglass
Brushing aside the swollen past
You seek and seek through the slipping sand
Covering up the bruised hand
Just moving down the hourglass

Descending from the sky like pellucid pearls,
Having the freedom to fall anywhere like the tendrils have for twirls
With a swift dispatch rider you often come,
Demonstrating to me that even small ones have the power to obscure the sun.

Once there lived a girl,

A girl like me or you

A girl like your daughter or granddaughter she was

I saw her grow with time…

I want to sing a song.
From deep inside.
I want to sing a song.
Without a single word.