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The Glorious Madness.

Like a cloud of fire

I soar a little higher

In the burning light

Of that sadistic sun.

Sinking-rising-

Burning the golden lightening

In the broad of daylight.

He fears not-

Throwing the silver arrows and spheres

In the dawn- quite clear

The dusk, a little dear

He springs, trying to cut my wings

Amidst the shade of rainbows- I hide

Unwanted- unbidden

Not to shed a tear

But only to gather my very madness.

He knows not what I am

A cruel, blithe spirit

Rejoicing in the love that I bore

That from my lips would flow

And so like a lonely cloud of fire

I soar a little higher

Ignoring the fountain of pain

Basking in the glory of triumphant gain.

 

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The Betraying Eyes.

Walking down that lane

An identical cup of coffee in hand,

Her captivating smell brushed my senses

And I just fell in love.

 

A crop top and a snuggish denim skirt

Defining unpretentiously her grimacing smirk.

Hair curly and wild, and on her feet some ragged sneakers

Elucidating the most mundane, screaming through her sharp features.

 

Kohl smeared and black smoldering eyes

Screeching the unknown and the hidden lies,

Oh, what with the black luscious lips

Without any trace of a smile, makes my heart flip.

 

The rage, the hatred, the agony quite visible

All making her to me, surprisingly irresistible,

Her secrets, her valor, her daunting self

Making me feel like a fustian elf.

 

She didn’t win me over with her mysterious meander

I melted into a glaze, by her dark loathful candor.

I stood there; fiery; lost; engulfed

And just like that I fell in love.

 

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The Amorous Collywobbles.

Walking down that lane

An identical cup of coffee in hand,

Her mesmerizing smell brushed my senses

And I just fell in love.

 

Clad in a simple red rayon saree

Defining so alluringly her beautiful body,

A mundane watch on her left wrist

Elucidating simplicity, discarding the dramatic twist.

 

Her loquacious brown eyes inadvertently looks at me

And in a flash, she hypnotized me,

Her soft lips gave out a melodious rasp

And my heart skipped a beat, just like that.

 

She didn’t win me over with just her somatic charms

I melted into a glaze, by her smiling electrical storm,

I stood there, heart in my mouth; lost; engulfed

And just like that I fell in love.

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Challenge Accepted..!!

Something from a very confused and a very aggressive me.

Aesthetic Miradh

I see a girl standing erect, head high, hair open, long and roughly combed.  She has gripped her sides of the dress tightly, way too tightly. Her toes are clinching the floor, scratching it. Her hair hides the corner of her face.

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She is fair, a small mark on her right cheek, though not visible. But her fair skin is turning pink and slowly red; red with anger, red with rage.

She has a fluffy and sharp eyebrow. Just as it was suppose to be, giving her eyes a beautiful and lustrous look. Her eyes, big and wide, hazel brown in color; cute yet cunning, bold yet beautiful, shy yet audacious, talkative and yet tight lipped.

Her eyes speak a lot; tells me about her anger, about her grief. Slowly her eyes too have only one color and that is red. I see controlled tears in her eyes now.

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3 Day Quote Challenge; Day3.

This is my last quote and since I have made it all about women, why diverse from it on the last day. So, I will share another quote from a beautiful woman flaunting only more how more powerful we are than those men. (Men, no offence, but we are.)

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Need I say anything more?

Yes, we are powerful, we are strong and we can do whatever we want. Just because sometimes, we listen to the emotional side of our heads more, does not mean that when required we will not pick up the swords and run on that battlefield to crush our opponents, whoever they are women or men, friends or foes. (Just saying!)

The Last Name Drama

We were just sitting at the tea table, sipping some tea when the conversation began between me and my mother. Of course I don’t remember how it started, but it ended quite abruptly and not in good terms. And I will admit from the beginning that I might not have been the sweetest and the most patient person then.

Watching TV and discussing about God knows what, we started discussing about the name change of a woman post marriage. All I had said till then was that a woman has the right to decide if she wants to take her husband’s name or not. And just then, she blasted. “What do you mean that it is on her to decide? Are you implying that you want to keep your name after marriage? Do you not understand how your in-laws are going to react when they find out about that? They will only think that you never accepted them if you don’t change your name. And what about your husband, how is he going to feel?”

And that is when I broke the spell, and asked her to hold her horses.

“Mom, please calm down, I am not getting married now. And I just said that it is on a woman to decide, I did not say what I am going to do. And after this you have made me realise that it is almost a rule according to you. Not changing name isn’t exactly acceptable.”

“No, no, you don’t want to change your name, don’t change, you handle your new family then, I will not interfere.” And started the emotional drama.

“Yes, I will see what I will have to do then.” And we continued watching TV in silence, and after a while I left the room.

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I might have over-reacted but she might have too. I was just passing a general comment. I am really not getting married now, and honestly, I haven’t even thought about such things. Just the fact about getting married scares me now, let alone the thought of changing names.

And yes,, I still stand by what I said, it is on her to decide what she wants to do. Anything forcibly is not accepted.

And honestly, just how much trouble we have to go through to change names everywhere, on each and every identity cards, not to forget the social media where we have the trend of having two last names.

Whispered mocking

She stood there, staring blindly at the silvery wall, with no engravings on it. She hoped she would change them one day to a brighter colour, never liking the dull, un-happening colour. After all it was her personal space, where no one had the right to bother her, except of course a knock every now and then, but otherwise it was her place, her space. And no one would burst in here without her accent.

Leisurely she turned the knob on to let the water cascade from all sides. She stood there calm, a battle raging within. And yet she smiled. Did the water cool her?

She shut her eyes, and sat down on the floor, letting the water reach her from all sides, leaving no escape from it. She seemed to enjoy it. The water was cold, but so was the temperature outside and so were the people that she just left in the middle of a movie.

Her face was wet, but she knew not, if it was the shower or were there some tears involved? It had been usual for her to be mocked at, and she had long lost the hope to make people understand that it wasn’t her fault after all, she needn’t be laughed at.

And now, just after a long shower, she was past it, she was the strong adamant girl again who would fight any one off, who would knock your nose if you misbehave, who would punch you in the stomach if you say something disgraceful.

Sluggishly, she got up holding onto the curtain. She did not mind her nude body, not her bulky stomach, not her flappy arms, least of all not even her friend’s mockings. Giving a bright smile looking at her reflection in the mirror she voiced herself, “I am a beautiful woman. I am strong and I am invincible.” Almost priding on humming to the song “I am strong, I am invincible, I am woman.” And suddenly the scoffing’s and scornful comments on her bulky body by her friends, or by anyone else did not matter.

She was well past that.

Turning the shower off, she came out of the room wrapped in a towel. Her mother asking her to wear a robe instead was waiting with some weight loss drink and a reminder of her workout session.

Silently, smiling at her mom, thanking her, she drank from the tall glass, and took out the tracks from the cupboard.

Just when her mother left, she whispered to herself, “Who cares if I lose weight or not, I don’t. I am not a fan of size 0.”