The thing about big deal is
nothing is actually a big deal
But it always is when
you’re going through it.
So either try to accept it
Or learn how to deal with it.
Author: Kanika
A Soldier’s verse
All the wounds in the world have healed
As I enter the place of light
Lucky are those who were barely alive
And oh-so-lucky who couldn’t made it through the night.
Guns and trenches when became our buddies
How we all laughed at our unfair injuries
“We now only pay for one shoe, Soldier!”
Shrieked a voice, teasing with a contagious laughter.
Those parties in our precious dungeons
Broken ribs, swollen eyes when cured with light punches
What we had lost, what we had gained
It was all in the pride of our nation
Holding the dangerous weapon in our hands
We had to pen down the words for the loved ones we had
“Always be happy. Do not cry”
while I sobbed, longing to see them one more time.
Keeping those letters to safeguard our souls
Let it not reach to the hands we hold
We will be back, find a way to home
And if not that,
“We all did great”, tell our moms.
Your cup of tea
Life is like a cup of tea
Bitter,
Sweet,
Black,
Sometimes herbal,
but life is always your cup of tea.
You only need to be patient
and determined
to realize your own value.
Pouring Rain….
Your love for me was like
Pouring rain!
It touched me
drizzled onto my body.
Ignited my senses
and left me asking for more.
Drenched in my apprehensions
I was too aroused
by your little nudge to this new world.
Too delusional to think that
I may not be the only recipient
Of the colossal bust
of your poetic monsoon
But what I undauntedly believed
that your water(love) was never enough for me
to get drowned in it.
You always left me hanging
as said,
always left me asking for more.
With the feelings, I never confronted before.
With the emotions, I never deserved before.
Though, was stranded
within the rainbow of feelings
but your mini touch felt
like the pearls of shining handiwork
putting life back into me.
When I am writing
When I am writing
a part of me is always wandering
into the abyss of restless nights.
Where I see my subdued thoughts,
repressed memories, and a lone self
concocting stories, weaving scenarios
and projecting it as my art while I’m being watched.
Mind is never empty
my soul isn’t at one place
ever!
It’s everywhere,
Into people and places
What exactly is penned down
at the end.
Do share your experiences while you write …. ❤️
MIRROR TO HER!!
When the mirror saw her story;
She looked tired from a distance,
worn out from carrying the weight
on her back constantly
to keep everyone happy,
bending to the whims of others
maintaining balance and peace.
Avoiding her own intellect
she reluctantly flowed along the
other’s will because even her own people
didn’t struggle to gauge what she was capable of.
She used to be baffled
when people didn’t understand
the meaning of keeping their own words
Though she didn’t expect much
yet some needle-like voice stung her
and always said ‘I told you so’.
There were days she ignored, but then
sometimes submitting to her inner voice
she started off again
preparing her own tiny world.
Not being able to build beyond a sea castle
she finds herself again
being dumbfounded,
very well aware of the consequences from the start
of her castle being washed away
not because of natural ways
but her own people trampling
over it again and again.
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But when that mirror saw her up close
There was a different side of her
existing only in the wild imaginations.
Far from reality but a sacred, truer side.
Though her body didn’t
but her soul radiated enormous confidence.
She might be socially inept
but in front of that mirror
she let her soul win over the body
in the most beautiful, inspiring ways.
Dancing her woes away
or the struggles,
or the pain she had to endure
while trying hard to be accepted by others
There, at that moment
she celebrated herself to be free of shackles.
admitting herself the most beautiful being
while breathing freely.
When most people were afraid
of facing themselves
No one could beat her
in accepting herself the way she was.
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For this sight
her mirror wished, begged
to come out of her shell
and show the insensitive world
what a sensitive, caring, honest, blunt
soul is capable of.
Enough hiding behind the curtains
it’s her show now
she must come out and play
the way she is designed to play.
