Healed

Broken, detached, delusional, I kept my lips sealed. 

In the fear of being hit again, I always kept up my sheild. 

But time didn't wait for me, it kept going cart-wheeled. 

Life went on, so did I and through the journey I healed.

A friend or a foe

I was already broken, 

You broke me a little more.

At times I wonder,

Were you a friend or a foe?

I gave it my all,

Expecting nothing in return.

Yet all I ever heard was,

I was being a selfish being.

I've tried to be a good friend,

I'll keep trying till the end.

Even if it means knocking at a door,

Where I no longer belong in.

But I won't let go, 

Real friends never do.

And maybe someday I'll try find one,

Who won't give up on me too.

No girl wants to be India's daughter

No girl wants to be India's daughter today.
Why should she? When for being born here, it is with her life that she repays.
A country where people wait for another rape to happen to raise their voices.
A country where a biriyani emoji plea gets more attention than a girl's scream to have own choices.
Where girls are told to hide from prying eyes because a girl's life is supposed to be "tough".
Where fingers get pointed only at her because she wasn't "covered up" enough.
A place where women raising to power is still looked down upon.
A place where "man of the house" is still the best title a woman can own.
Where eve-teasing and lewd comments are completely normalized.
Where during an event of harassment in public transport and places no one bats an eye.
A so-called home where women have to live in fear even with their houses.
A hypocritic land of gods where young girls are molested in temples, mosques, and churches.
A country, full of diverse culture but yet no respect for women in any of them.
A nation, where movies made on justice for women can earn crores but still, no real justice can be served to them.
Here the big news is made when people fight over beef and political parties.
But a known face involved in a "me too" case gets away easily because somehow we aren't really done with patriarchies.
Sadly it takes rape, molestation, sexual harassment, and gruesome deaths for people to take notice of the saddening situations of women.
There will be riots, candlelight marches, and social media outrage for a while.
Time will pass with promises made of justice and we will again end up caught in a web of lies.
Then another heinous crime will be awaited for this topic to be brought up.
Now is it so hard to see, why no girl wants to be India's daughter?

Perhaps

Perhaps some day, like a free bird on a beach I'll roam....
Perhaps some evening, all the blue tides will come crashing home...
Perhaps there will be a moment, a moment that just feels like bliss..
Perhaps some night, among the stars and sands, I'll find back the part of me that I so dearly miss.

Droplets

Sitting in the balcony I watch the droplets fall swiftly on the ground,
All the world around me falls low below its sound.
There's melody in it I guess if you choose to hear,
Get a little closer and listen, draw your ear near.
Sipping hot coffee beside me you stand and smile,
We just stay there staring at the droplets, frozen at the moment, at least that's how it seems for a while.
With the winds blowing loud I shiver with cold fear,

You be the sunshine as usual and bring the warmth with you as draw near.

The seasons change and we change with it,

Being together throughout them we keep our love alive for we know it's worth it.

We enjoy the rain as always in our comfy balcony hand in hand,

As the raindrops chime of a song of some season in a faraway land.

 (P.C: http://pascalcampion.blogspot.com/2019/04/drips.html)