Choose to Inspire

It’s a story of a girl who fought with herself and people around to be accepted with her own way of life.A story of losing yourself and finding the new you. I t’s a story of her another self. Though you can’t easily make peace with her ways but believe me seeing things around with her eyes will be a worthwhile experience. Any form of resemblance of this story with any person living or dead could not just be a co-incidence. You are hell lot of a person . Believe me! “Girl! What is wrong with you?” they asked and kept on asking her till she came out of her shell. Yes! She claims to live in a self-made shell, a shell that gives her warmth of never-ending selfless love, hope never rebounding and happiness and grief for no reason.   An absolute refuge that is kind enough to let her shed the tears so that no one can see her falling apart. She says her shell has no rules and boundaries for her dreams. They ask her “what you do all the time?   What keeps ...

“I want an answer!” she screamed. “Why don’t you just tell me the truth?” Her face looked innocent and impudent at the same time. He dint speak a word. I was standing at the corner baffled. Coz I don’t know about her but somewhere down the line i got my answer. This craving to know the things better left unsaid is itself a big problem. The quest for finding the answer is a constant battle we fight within us. Unintentionally and unknowingly we are living a life of another Sherlock Holmes searching every nook and corner to unfold the mystery. The fallacy of reconsidering each statement, trying to give a new meaning to it each time is like searching your empty pocket trying to find a penny defying the rule of probability. Some things are better left unfolded, coveted and untouched.  Let’s just respect the heart shying from opening up. The lips vowed by some credible promise to be quite. The uncomfortable eyes trying hard to keep hold. Those are not betraying always. ...

For things you can’t lie about For the love you just can’t hide For the anger you can’t win over For worry you are afraid to talk about Trust me she knows it all! She is like the rain which ends the storm Gently toning down the catastrophe inside A breeze keenly penetrating the wounds lying unclaimed of Softening and mellowing the rough creases unfolding them one by one For your every displeasure and intended hidden care For that all bark no bite you! Trust me she already knows it all The life taught her some lessons at an early age For some of the lessons she has learned from reading chapters of your life That childlike enthusiasm and immense honesty in her eyes Those hard earned life lessons and stories she tells you about Those long and short are real! Coz she is all wise in life’s way! For she claims no reward and token of appreciation For she seeks no pity in your words and conduct Coz she knows her life is God’s best narration…n...

                                          AFTERTHINK Yes i'm a woman! I am beautiful with my own scars and pimples I am a cut above coz i can bear more pain  I am a nagger coz i place unwavering faith in everyone I am always unsatisfied coz my heart knows no boundaries I am annoying coz i love people more than they love themself I dont define love...coz i'm love in every way I could cheer you up with my one smile I could win over your heart with a gentle care I could see through your heart with your tightened lips My words could be balming for your sorrows My love,care, gentleness is above and beyond All because i am a woman. But i hate it when i am a cause of worry for you! Hate it when i have to carry the onus of justness Of your unneeded concern! I have to define deceny and chastity in my conduct I have to carry the responsibility of your honour Ma...