Me and my Quill!

MUSINGS

Life and Death,
Love and Hatred,
Health and Sickness,
Sweet and Salt,
Light and Dark,
Day and Night,
Black and White,
Paper and Pen,
Summer and Winter,

All through I need you,
Will you be there?

A request of a writer to her quill.

CHILD ABUSE-Why me?

SOCIAL INJUSTICE AGAINST THE GIRL CHILD

On a dark night, clear sky,

I lay frozen on the ground.

My face hurts, because of the wooden log,

That hit my face and made it look shapeless though it was round.

Wounds are oozing,

Blood is pouring,

The staunch smell surrounds my body,

Iam in my death bed already.

What did I do?

Am I not that little girl who plays in your backyard.

But you  buried me in a graveyard.

When I was told to push my boundaries,

I did not realise it was meant to be my struggles.

While people light candles for me,

I cry out and pray,

there should not be another victim like me.

I have had enough and more,

Of blood and sores.

My last wish is,

Call me to thy abode,

And Put my soul to rest.

Or else,

I will come again to teach them the penal code.

Loneliness and consolation.

Flaunt your curls.
Chuck the negativity.
Don't care a damn about it.
No one can stop you from achieving your dreams.
Dream high.
Make it happen.
Work towards it.
Let it take form, from an invisible dream to a visible act.
People around you might pull you down, yet there are a handful of people (not people but true souls) who always support you. Be it struggles or moments to chill, they will always be there.
So, this is about one such soul.

//This is 3 years ago, if am not wrong.
It was one midnight, i don't exactly remember the time. I called my friend and told her that I felt lonely. Though she was kilometres apart. She consoled me saying "I remember the 1st day I saw you, you were busily covering your books in the hostel. I thought you were a nerd. Never did I realize that time , that there is an innocent soul within you". That is you , you can stay alone and face the world my dear. Just make this world a better place to live in. All the world conspires to make what you dream come true. This was her favourite line. //

Still she is miles away, yet we are connected. Thanks to the modern world of social media websites.