Thousands of words and hundreds of verses for the world out there to read,
and all this while its been my need.
And today I’d confess of not being a poet or a ‘writer’
but rather a fighter.
Now before you indulge in this cringy rhyme
let me lay this for you..
every now and then when life seems to get a bit much… my soul turns into a battle field and every emotion on the run find its way on the paper like blood flowing out of a wound on a cotton gauze.
And if my words touches any readers,
Dear you , I admire you for being brave enough to have acknowledged your struggles or kind enough to understand mine.
It was just drizzling and I wanted to step outside.
But somehow, I coudnt.
I was looking for someone to give me a little push,
even tho I never needed one when I was little.
Time took from me the courage to offer myself to the rain.
Now it was
only thru the winds I dared, to touch the rain.
Just another year passing by in a jiffy.
It’s hard to admit that time passes by so quickly
One year ago, you never know what you were doing,and one year hence it’s the same damn thing all over again.
And How every year my heart is filled up to brim and questioning me every second , the day before the ‘special’ day,
Why do you want to celebrate?
Well to the heart and from the heart …
I dont know , why I should or should’nt be happy on my birthday. Surrounded by tonnes of wishes makes me more anxious than ever.
I ponder hard, on my achievements all thru the year. And maybe it takes just two seconds to count em all or some years just none.
But if I were to be real with you, dear heart,
every passing day in the last 365 days felt like little victories and I did celebrate everyday in some way or other.
And today, if you say, it’s just a reminder to be as I am and to live life in small moments everyday.
The rituals may or may not make me happy but the reminder does bring a smile on my face.
Today I take this courage to wish myself a ‘THANK YOU’
( Birthday blues are real..pheww)
Day after day, the newspaper ink is shamelessly spilled into some gory details of the ” weaker” gender, you know what, it doesnt scare me.
On 2nd page , you tell me justice is served by putting to death some 4 men !… while the first page boasts of another bunch of the same category more gruesome, more brutual.
You tell me, it happens elsewhere too, stronger controls now, women squad team, emergency nos, my male friend will drop me home, ohh… self defence .. learn it, it will get better. over and over and over again ! blah.. blah.. blah.. ,
you dont give me hope any more, for I know it’s just a matter of days that these bloody newspapers will be lining your shelves , sold for pennys or just lying rotting, forgotten like the news in them.
And again fresh ones will come …
But you don’t scare me anymore.
~ Tanya M. ( you don’t scare me !)
( For anyone looking for context, this is what I have to say to all those front page headlines talking about gruesome rapes and horrific brutality day after day)
Behold, its the 21st century,
ohh ! .. the wonders it has brought,
Hmm.. the earth is a little more hot,
It’s climate change… so what ?
Broadening minds and narrowing hearts,
the world is now smaller, but in many parts.
Beautiful smiles lined with the most expensive lipsticks,
both men and women, now hide it all better.
Calls are frequent, but connections are rare,
Blend in – Blend in.. ohh, don’t you dare..
For yes, the gen Z may be more “understanding”
but in the same breath so unforgiving.
But I pity them .