my Fear

the path of life
has made me worth
has made me wise
falls were many
scarce was delight
at times it got too much
was just about to give up
in that moment
I gave myself an advice
there’s no fun in failing
so I stood up to fight
my biggest fall ever
made me rise
rise enough
to reach new heights
for there’s one thing
I left behind forever
my fear

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Let’s Love?

Love clearly is the most powerful emotion of all. It has no boundaries. It changes us into a better person…. Love makes us selfless, more giving and true to ourselves and to others.

So, what do you think….. Let’s Love?

Time Travel ?

To reach out to those days of innocence

Togetherness, as we shared those laughs

Not sitting in front of the TV screens

But while eating a meal delicious

To reach out to that sense of security

While we played in the community park

Hearty laughs, climbing up the trees

No criminal eyes staring for a kidnap

To reach out to the connection we built

Souls touching each other with affection

Not with the wire of internet modem

But by holding each other’s hands

To reach out to those days of long walks

While walking, when we talked our hearts

Wearing our old canvas shoes

We never missed the comfort of a car

To reach out to those days of health

No one knew of the word ‘depression’

No pills, no capsules, no supplements

Life was cherished, there wasn’t any stress

To reach out to those days so simple yet priceless

Luxury wasn’t anywhere close to us

Still, we lived our lives to the full

Yes, to reach out to those days Wonderful

We need, to travel back in time

Don’t we all sometimes

Crave for a Time Machine

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#Poetry #TimeTravel

Would you still read my Poems?

My mother tongue is Hindi. I studied English since beginning, still I could never master it. I speak confidently in English, but only in simple words. I struggle with heavy words. I don’t understand the meaning of difficult ones and have to google to look out for their meaning. In short, I have poor English vocabulary.

I thought to myself, should this be a barrier between me and my love for writing? Should I even write or not? Would I be able to express myself well with a few simple words only? Would people not think of me as an idiot?

Still, I went ahead and started to write poems in English. I did not want to give up my love for writing and when I started to write, I realized that I could express very well even with easy and simple words. If you read my posts, you would have realized that I never use words which are uncommon and I never try to make my posts fancy by using any heavy language.

In fact, many of my fellow bloggers have come back telling me that even with the use of simple language, I am able to deliver the message very clearly. They enjoy reading my posts for the simplicity of the poems and the true meaning behind, and that is something very important.

Now, there are two lessons that I have learnt from this :-

1. Coming out and accepting our drawbacks is not as bad as I thought.
2. Nothing can keep you away from your passion, if you are passionate enough to live it.

Would you agree?

Would you still read my poems?

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Celebrate Tears

Yes I cry , sometimes I do

it sure doesn’t make me weak

yes I cry, from happiness too

sometimes I need a break

these tears give me the power

to flush my sorrows, hatred, my pain

I forgive, forget, gather back myself

start to walk my path again

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If its worth Reading, It was worth to Write

millions of thoughts

coming across my mind

as I decide to sit and write

to share my belief

to share as I imagine

digging deeper into my heart

the flow never stopped

one thing I realized

its not enough – my life

to pen down all that I hide

millions of secrets destined to die

one day, with me inside

yet one thing is undeniable

about all that I put on paper

if its worth Reading

it was worth to Write

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The Prostitute

still a child she was, no more than eight or nine

eyes filled with dreams, with an urge to fly

meagre means, harsh life

still, there was comfort of parents around

there came a day that brought the storm

separated by her parents, into the hands of human traffickers

a nightmare, she was to see with her open eyes

forced into the trade of sex for the rest of her life

now the world knows that child as a prostitute

a prostitute to serve many monsters a day

one after the other they assaulted her will

with no shame to cause her excruciating pain

slowly her tears had started to dry

she had to be bold, learned not to cry

she yearned for a family and a husband every moment

knowing all her wishes were in vain

she bore a child at the age of 16

still at work with her baby crying in the adjacent room

for she now had a mouth to be fed too

and they would’t let her escape this hell

she was no daughter, no sister, now wife to no one

still a human, a mother she was

no words could ever describe her sufferings

if only there was someone to take her out of the dark

the society looks down at her in a manner ridiculous

will they realize ever

she was thrown into this disgusting pit

her eyes incapable to see no dreams no more

now she is termed as a prostitute (a bitch)

and yes,

she was forced to become one

it was never her choice

my heart goes out for the sufferings of all the victims of human trafficking and sex trade

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