Being betrayed by him was
more painful than a knife,

Her mind, body and soul
Were scarred for life.

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On days my mother stays with me,
it feels like having a safe sky overhead;
but then I wonder,
how does she feel,
now that her safe skies are no more.
Maybe it's raining cats and dogs for her,
or 'the other side' visiting her with a caressing zephyr.
How scary it must be
when you can no longer feel,
the hands that cradled you.
Perhaps you mourn a little everyday,
when you know some lost paths
will never cross your way.

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The fever in the beginning was rather mild,
Slowly and gradually a deadly disease piled,
Discovered it as Swine Flu impossible to revive,
Alas! His love towards her was scarred for life.

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दरवाज़ा खोलो! मुझे अंदर आने दो!!

तपती दोपहरी मे आँसू मेरे भाप बन रहे
सुनसान मोहल्ले मे सिसकियाँ भी गूँज रहे
मेरे जलते कदमों को जरा छाँव लेने दो
दरवाज़ा खोलो! मुझे अंदर आने दो!!

पास बुला कर समझा दो मेरा गुनाह
यूँ न फेंकों मुझे सड़क पर कर के तन्हा
खटखटाती मेरी नन्हीं हाथों को जवाब दे दो
दरवाज़ा खोलो! मुझे अंदर आने दो!!

सुन सकती हूँ मेरी माँ का कराहना
उसकी फरियाद को तेरा इन्कार कर जाना
दहशतगर्द नहीं, ख़ुद को पिता बनने दो
दरवाज़ा खोलो! मुझे अंदर आने दो!!

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Scar me all
you want,
i will wear
them with pride,
the day my
chains break,
you won't find
a place to reside.

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I wear my scars as my badge of honor!

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Peeking through the blinds
I saw what she hides
For the first time since my birth
I really saw life
Life draining from her
Her stature going limp
I saw how she tried
How she tried fighting the wimp

I was what, not even twelve
Endulged in the sweet fantasy
Fantasy of colourful life
Not having the concerns of an adult
Stuck between black and white.

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It's only in your villages that
People had symphony in their
voices that echoed with each
thud, when their hopes were just
crushed like rose petals in palms
that remembered love like a
distant relative.

It's embroidered along your lovely
dresses you wear to hide those
silly little scars that fly in your skin
like a bird left out of cage only to find
yourself naked, sitting
deftly in front of uprooted realisations
that lay still, fragile as a memory —
about to get crushed by their virtues!

Still, You come home always as
a guest to my home,
Only to find that it was never
the head, this roof deserved!!

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Show me your ruptured soul, caged inside the ribs of your silken guise.
Let me peel the skin of lies that well suppress the soreness underneath.
Do not be afraid of your defenceless emotions standing bare before my eyes;
for we are all war-torn fighters scarred for life.

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The thought of letting you know about my past and sharing the pain that I felt makes me feel all the way more helpless. It is already hard for me to remember those incidents and it’ll be even harder to talk about it and explaining everything bit by bit. Of course, I want to do that. I want to let at least one person know what I’ve been through and how I have survived till today with the ‘rotten wound’ and the ‘bitter pain’. But I am just unable to bring myself up to reveal those dark secrets which I thought I had buried deep within me somewhere they won’t be able to scream and shout again. But the truth is, they haven’t stopped for once. The screams still yearn for peace. The shouts still yearn to be heard.

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