Title : Mother
If I'm a colour you are The RAINBOW..
I'm part of you ..resides in you..no bigger than you..
If I'm a string.. you are the whole ROPE..
Combinedly become a dummy version of you but not you...
If I'm a wave.. you are the whole OCEAN..
 Only I can do is froth or riffle..but you show mudita of settling millions of lives..
If I'm a paper you are The TREE....
Utmost can give joy when used as a toy.. but You are powerhouse of earthlings. .
If I'm a spark .. you are THE FIRE.
When ragged.. can burn someone's hand.... but you can incinerate someone's existence...
You are superior, sovereign ,phenomenal, surpassing.....
You are no other... you are MY MOTHER.
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Title : Childhood.
Remembrance of childhood scares or elates me together. .
Scares for the fact i was alone, in acquaintance a nether..
Elates for the fact i had smiling days and none for bother..
Faint nostalgic hold me rooted forever...
The root of sacrament , and the ideas of heather...
To be a civil lady defined as polite earlier..
Fettered by ropes of expectations and couther...
Combinedly creating compulsion  and pressure . ..
Hoping a day ahead without this torture. .
Which could make my heart propel along pleasure. .
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Title : I'm sorry.

Again! Here I'm all shattered, hating myself for not being enough to say you sorry.
For all those craps that i did to quench my vanity.
I mistook you were a braggart and showy.
I don't know what's heck was going on my mind that's so silly.
Disparaged you and Offered you always misery,
Albeit you wanted to be my buddy.
But i was a real jerk and stormy.
You needed to reciprocate me badly
So, that i could learnt a lesson precisely,
To not bad mouthed someone aimlessely, .
If I say I will change myself truly,
I want to repair those cracks that i gave you purposely,
Want to say sorry to you ceaselessly.
What would be your reaction ?
Would you accept it or spurn it immediately?
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P. S. Thoughts after I watched the anime" A Silent Voice ".

Title : My Dreams.
Do your dreams are like mine?
Like you are trying to run but you crine.
Like you are above mountain between two vale,
and try to hold yourself upright between them.
Like you are falling from a pile,
and there's no hand for you to detain.
Like you are all alone somehow,
and there's nobody for you to sustain.
Like a place where you visited so many times,
But not in real life, in your dream and you only fantasize .
Like you are too late for something,
though, how much punctual you are in factual.
Like you get buried under your own weight.
Like you have no idea how to evaporate,
But you do, cuz it's your dream.
You can bend it in whatever the way you desire.
I fly in my dream but only little above.
I don't know how but I want to fly high like a dove.
I have seen many faces in my dreams,
and also the one which I never seen.
I used to fantasize something at that level,
where I get hallucinated, and see anything at my bevel.
Aren't you all the part of my dream?
and someday I'll wake up by some ranting alarm.
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Topic : Why the term" feminism " A Detested word?
Feminism is the word when you take in public you'll be hated for sure.
This is because many people think that this is too immature.
How can someone dislike patriarchy when they were nurtured by it?
Fed on dad's dollars, lived in dad's house, and shitting where you eat.
This is a way too imbecile to live on their pardon and curse your guardian.
Haven't you know the fact one has always need to fall in the foot of their patron?
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! These are the arguments given to you.
When you tag your self as feminist though not to look cool.
But please whenever you use such don't make yourself so radical.
And get forget it's real meaning and make it's less sensible.
This is not for your self_interest nor to take you high.
Because someone is somewhere weeping just for left alive.
Because there are more deaths due to dowry in our country
and travelling by standing on buses won't take you to expiry.
Because still today your brother can roam more freely outside than you.
And you can do nothing for it cause if so You'll be way too new.
New for the society's rituals and conventions.
Which can't set you free only take you to the detentions.
Hey! After reading this don't hate your uncle, father and brother.
Let me remind you that patriarchy has no gender.
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Topic : Bloody Sorceress

Underneath my skin.. There resides a bloody sorceress,
she knows how to trick me as well as others.
Her soul is greedy agonizing for something that's not hers.
I don't know whether this "something" Is hers or not,
But as people say it's a curse so it's better to get her away from that.
Desire for honor and her self esteem is a thirst.
Which she doesn't want to let go not even once.
She's even so inobedient that barely obeys her guardians.
And so impolite that always desperated to make her own guidelines.
Which she gives priority more than geeta hymns.
She thinks she's so versatile, I need to laugh on her dumb mind,
Cause just because she knows how to drive
(Even Not Men).
She can't think like a blind.
As if she learns how to make up mind to give a second chance to imposters
Or as if she learns to chastise her molesters.
People blame me for her mischievous impure deeds.
But how can I tell them neither she's me nor I'm she.
She's just a skin inside me, a skin made up of fat.
Although deposited by aftermath of a tragedy which started right after my birth.

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Why? ¿

Why I feel sudden euphoria whenever I hear your name?
Why there's nothing which can relax me other than your presence?
Why I feel more alive whenever you're around?
Why I don't want anybody else to you surround?
Is there any occult thing about you that's attracting me?
Although, You & me share no affinity,
Why I always feel blessed for your vicinity?
I can say we are perfectly tangled in our own worlds,
But why I want to be imperfectly fit in yours?
Why you are my first thought every morning?
Why every beautiful smile remind me of yours?
Is it love or infatuation?
I don't know.
Why there's always I have to tell more when we meet?
Why my worst day become best after your one greet?
Why you're taking most of my time nowadays?
Why you are becoming so hard to me replace?
I'm not liking this at all. I feel jealous to thee and thoughts of thine, cause
You are substituting me for all my attention and care that were used to be mine.

Topic : We are in love again.
See ! we are in love again,
with the faint breeze that touches our cheek,
and swirls around us like a freak.
See ! we are in love again,
with the butterflies that are roistering across the bridge,
and almost everywhere in our balcony, park, street, and ridge.
The peerless beauty of slades, the uncalm sea, and the grander mount.
All are mystical in the sense of what life is all about.
See ! we are in love again,
with those memories that were supposed to be buried in the core of our hearts,
and we never took the piss out of them cause it really hurts.
See ! we are in love again,
with those old books that were kept for being sold to ragman weekly.
But, now we don't want to, cause we'll love to scan them afresh keenly.
See ! we are in love again,
with the countless stars in the night sky, the vivid colours of the birds,
and the folktales of our native lands.
See ! we are in love again,
with roadside diners where we spent hours babbling,
and the forgotten songs of gone days, yes! forgotten, no matter how much we considered them everlasting.
See ! we are in love again,
with ourselves just like when in games we used to be spies,
and whenever we used to play and chase after fireflies.
See ! we are in love again,
with the thoughts of being loved even after thousands of heartbreaks due to overcommit.
Cause we have known that true meaning of love is in the soul and not in getting it.



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Topic : We are in love again.
See ! we are in love again,
with the faint breeze that touches our cheek,
and swirls around us like a freak.
See ! we are in love again,
with the butterflies that are roistering across the bridge,
and almost everywhere in our balcony, park, street, and ridge.
The peerless beauty of slades, the uncalm sea, and the grander mount.
All are mystical in the sense of what life is all about.
See ! we are in love again,
with those memories that were supposed to be buried in the core of our hearts,
and we never took the piss out of them cause it really hurts.
See ! we are in love again,
with those old books that were kept for being sold to ragman weekly.
But, now we don't want to, cause we'll love to scan them afresh keenly.
See ! we are in love again,
with the countless stars in the night sky, the vivid colours of the birds,
and the folktales of our native lands.
See ! we are in love again,
with roadside diners where we spent hours babbling,
and the forgotten songs of gone days, yes! forgotten, no matter how much we considered them everlasting.
See ! we are in love again,
with ourselves just like when in games we used to be spies,
and whenever we used to play and chase after fireflies.
See ! we are in love again,
with the thoughts of being loved even after thousands of heartbreaks due to overcommit.
Cause we have known that true meaning of love is in the soul and not in getting it.



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Title : The Show

What if a morning you'll wake up and find out that everything around you is scripted.
The way you go for your office, on the way you meet peoples all are same, like conscripted.
For their specific roles in your life, and it's a cue.
That this whole world is revolving around you.
You are being watched from concealed cameras.
Your every move is being recorded at all Agora.
Your parents, friends and neighbors all are disguising themselves
from you,
and they are a part of this big screen that's featuring you.
You have been rescued so far from every fatal risk.
Cause you're the star of this fictitious flick,
and stars are born for shining bright,
not for blowing out but for giving a big hit.
Then, after acquainting this would you carry on living your shackled and a tranquil life ?
Or would like to see beyond this film set that's full of the strife?


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Title : Normality

If he loves, him and cares for him
Let them live, let them love.
His choice, your egalitarianism.
If she wears short dresses, feels like a barbie.
Let her be, her choice is good your thinking should be.
If he wants to shed tears, couldn't hold his stress.
Give him your shoulder, it's not shameless.
If she is unprepared for being a mom
Let her abort, despite digging her a tomb.
If he chooses, his career of his choice.
Let him be whatsoever he decides.
If she wishes to study after her marriage.
Let her study, be her patronage.
If the black colour is classy.
Let's apply it to the skin, make the colorism trashy.
Thinking is a choice, a gender is not.
If you're an altruist, love LGBTQ too alot.
Let's make the equality a new normal.
Respect all, accept all and love all.
Let's make the humanism immortal.

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If he loves, him and cares for him.
Let them live, let them love.
His choice, your egalitarianism.
If she wears short dresses, feels like a barbie.
Let her be, her choice is good your thinking should be.
If he wants to shed tears, couldn't hold his stress.
Give him your shoulder, it's not shameless.
If she is unprepared for being a mom.
Let her abort, despite digging her a tomb.
If he chooses, his career of his choice.
Let him be whatsoever he decides.
If she wishes to study after her marriage.
Let her study, be her patronage.
If the black colour is classy.
Let's apply it to the skin, make the colorism trashy.
Thinking is a choice, a gender is not.
If you're an altruist, love LGBTQ too alot.
Let's make the equality a new normal.
Respect all, accept all and love all.
Let's make the humanism immortal.

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Title : "Holi" Days.

The spring is back.
Accompanying the memories of "Holi" merry make. 
We used to be thrilled even before the "Holi" break. 
How we were jovial then, unescorted by the term "fake".
Last night I was ruminating it with sipping milk shake. 
Last day of school used to be humorous, we used to laugh till bellyache. 
Colouring one and all used to be the second best partake. 
Bantering all and sundry was still at the apex. 
Rushing to the playground for putting "Gulaal" on all and every peer. 
What great days those were! Without fear. 
The day before Holi is called "Holika Dahan".
The day to burn evil, vanity, and our inner satan. 
Before waking up in the morning of Holi, we used to have moustaches of colour. 
That we ourselves used to make on one another's faces as it's our culture. 
We used to gorge ourselves from dawn to dusk. 
Then there was shower of colours again 
Until we ourselves used to get disgust. 
There used to be some special moments in the evening. 
We used to go everybody's home with packets of "Abir" for colouring. 
And the special songs of "Phag" were sung in the people's gathering. 
This way we used to celebrate the festival of colours playing. 
We still do all this, but now it's like we missed something. 
That maybe ours Salad Days, 
in a maze of rivalry and misconception's cage. 

P. S. HAPPY HOLI TO ALL IN ADVANCE.

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Title: "War" :(

War could make you feel deterred,
It could wreck your whole world.
War between two nations,
War between two communities,
War between two thoughts.
War could snatch your identity,
It could sieze your entity.
Many children grew up without their fathers,
Wives left alone, insurance salesman became rocket launchers.
Artists lost their existence,
All were the aftermaths of war.

Children lost their parents,
Amateurs lived lives of paupers.
People lost God's grace,
Noncombatant strayed from their residence.
Hospitals became prayer halls.
Cementries listened wails,
What not?!
War is the result of incessant hostile thoughts,
Million more innocents, million more onslaughts.


Yes, we got praised.
Got praised for what?!
Winning war or loosing trust.
As all wars are civil wars first.
Because all men are brothers.
Even after several years,
We are unable to free ourselves,
from the shackles of distress.
War is nothing but a cowardly escape,
from the problems of calmness.


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Title : Wallflower


While tying up pony, she was thinking,
declining would had been a better idea,
her unwillingness, had always been her panacea,
To bring down all the worldly hassle.
Lingering over self is one of her fav bustle.
Even,when I got no friends, I love my company extremely,
she was murmuring while strolling along an alley.
Mama, Am I looking ugly?!, she asked sadly,
Although she knew the answer so sure already.
Mum likes me even when I can't like myself.
How cute she's, unlike all.
Going to a party isn't her Idea at all, but for mama she can do whatsoever,at one call.
As we set foot on the party, I got easily distracted by everyone's keen eyes.
Is my hair alright, what about my cosmetics?
My plumpy body isn't party fit at all.Aah! what a melodrama!
I couldn't hide the vehemence of my reaction, from mama.
She came to me, put her hand on my shoulder, all I did is stare.
She told, Even Wallflowers can be grown in garden. why don't you try to communicate?
Being a wallflower was not my choice, but this is what I'm, I won't deny.
Ohkay, I can do it, C'mon,take a deep breath and let's give it a try.
I teetered, towards a girl, and hushed in a
muffled voice, " Hi "!
She looked, direct into my eyes,I almost got to cry.
After that, all I could heard is,"You are the one from south block of the town, "Right"?!
I said, " Yes ".Hi ,Can I be your friend ?,She asked upright.
I glanced, at mama, she nodded in agreement,"Yes", was I said.

Mama, was always right, even wallflowers
can get along with peeps without hatred.

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"YOU WANT IT, JUST GET IT".


Please don't stop, ask for it, claim it.
it's yours, totally yours, you deserve more.
What can be yours, what should be yours, doesn't decided by them, you want it, just get it.
you can't defined by their set of rules, because you make your own and follow them.
“In a society that profits from your self-doubt, Start investing in your growth just start liking yourself, don't make them profit, not a buck".
Self contemplating can't help you,
you're not just a toy, not for pleasing one's libido. Please, you are the hope of many fettered feet, fettered by being hopeless, worthless, useless for this patriarchal society.
If you gonna raise your voice, this would be gift to thousands of voiceless mouths.
You'll be guide to them, so please take a step, take a lead,for riding speed.
You're much more than you know yourself.
You are the Goddess Spes , full of hopes and lives.
Stop believing them, they want you to be always clueless.

So, don't let your guards down, show them you're the Jupiter.


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"I PROMISE".


What can you do for me? He asked!!!
Well! I can tell you my cosiest place
Where you can bellow out your ache.
You can put your head on my shoulder in hard time.
And I promise, I'll not budge for a while.
I can paste our pictures in my diary.
To keep our memories alive for eternity.
I'll make you feel wanted in the streets of my heart.
I'll make you believe in yourself after your every defeat.
When you'll get annoyed by my presence I'll give you space, make you free from me & my thoughts.
I'll please your eyes by my beautiful smile, also tease you by your funny names. Whenever you feel low, there would be my shoulder,so you can cry upon.
I'll love you till my last breath, and especially when you feel unattended, I'll give you all of me,
I'll give you all of the best parts of me. I promise.

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"ARE NOT WE"?


The truth is we all are selfish.
The Humanity, Welfare, selflessness are mere words.
We are good to others until they are with us.
If you don't believe me, ask yourself will you be good to others when they would constantly hating you?
Will you do wellbeing when you yourself are at pain?
So why don't you uncover the mask of Naivety, and come out?
Don't tell me you love him, don't tell me you love her.
You don't, you only love yourself.
You're with them because you want to be cared, loved and what not?
So, don't get offend when you're told you're selfish, self_ centered.
Because this is what you're, we are.
But there's also criteria of doing good to whom and how much.
The greater you want to get from someone the greater you would be good to them.
Right?!!!!!!!!


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I'm merely a stranger in your life, Yet I have known is only you.
I'm a summer noon in your life,and you're appealing sunset.
I'm scattered beads in your life, And, you're like my fav sautoir.
I'm unspoken feelings of a lover, you're the moment of confession.
I'm a stammering mouth, yet I have spoken first word is your name.
I'm like a love triangle in your life, but you're the only love line in mine.
I'm a broken glass of wine,but you're a vessel well design,
I'm a dark swampy forest, you're the only sunshine.
I'm merely a sentence in your life, yet I have filled library's with thoughts of you.

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Topic : Bloody Sorceress

Underneath my skin.. There resides a bloody sorceress,
she knows how to trick me as well as others.
Her soul is greedy agonizing for something that's not hers.
I don't know whether this "something" Is hers or not,
But as people say it's a curse so it's better to get her away from that.
Desire for honor and her self esteem is a thirst.
Which she doesn't want to let go not even once.
She's even so inobedient that barely obeys her guardians.
And so impolite that always desperated to make her own guidelines.
Which she gives priority more than geeta hymns.
She thinks she's so versatile, I need to laugh on her dumb mind,
Cause just because she knows how to drive
(Even Not Men).
She can't think like a blind.
As if she learns how to make up mind to give a second chance to imposters
Or as if she learns to chastise her molesters.
People blame me for her mischievous impure deeds.
But how can I tell them neither she's me nor I'm she.
She's just a skin inside me, a skin made up of fat.
Although deposited by aftermath of a tragedy which started right after my birth.

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