Residue

Suicide

The word says enough

Be it the charming actor

Or the dedicated officer

The painful news 

Choking their loved ones

Who are left behind 

The Residue

Suicide 

The word says enough

Let's talk about their family

Friends, neighbours

Their driver, cook, gaurd

Or the fence of their yard

Who are letting out a silent cry

Who are left behind

The Residue

Suicide Note 

Words which are never enough

They will cry without tears 

Redial the unanswered no

Smell their ties

Touch the empty bed sides

Who are left behind

The Residue

Suicide Note

Words which are never enough

Don't judge the one who left

His/her time was due

Not because she was weak

But because she fought hard

And she was strong enough.... To let it go

Appreciate and love

Both who are left and who are gone

The Residue

Today we'll all say 

We'll reach out

Stay connected 

But how will you find them? 

Who is broken and who is not? 

How will you tell? 

And if you are done with life

Think about your residue

Maybe a call to your loved one

Is long overdue... 

So let it go

Whatever hard feelings you have 

Because times are tough

But so are we? Right? 

Stop looking for those few

Love the farther ones too

Take Care for the ones left 

And for the ones no longer here.... 

Keep fighting!!! 

Philophobia

Few months back I met her
The girl who had philophobia
The fear of love

Those innocent brown eyes
Were home of the sea of lies
The curve of her lips screamed happy
But somehow my heart felt otherwise
The girl who had philophobia
The fear of love

Doesn't matter if she is 5 or 35
Burdened with the thought to thrive
She had to smile like all was fine
Amidst the misery rise and shine
The girl who had philophobia 
The fear of love

I asked what was missing
What could have gone wrong
Finally I saw it on her left eye
The perfectly hidden sign of abuse
The girl who had philophobia
The fear of love

How could this happen
How could the world let this happen
It's not just about her
It's about you, me and everybody else
All those who don't notice
The girl who had philophobia
The fear of love

Because she is scarred
Because she is scared
Because she knows it can happen again
The same cycle of tears and pain
Over and over again
The girl who had philophobia
The fear of love

So next time you see them
Dare to stop it there and then
Don't just be glad that it's not you
Protecting her is your cue
Make her the girl who beat philophobia
Welcome love with no fear

Mridula
.......

All or None

The odd one out

Confused, nicknamed lout

I am crazy

Extreme and lazy

Yup I am a misfit

The choice is yours

Either all or none

You treat me like doormat

I'll make you fall flat

I am the deadly combination

Of silly and smart

Yup I am a misfit

But the choice is still yours

Either all or none

You want me to fit in

When I am meant to stand out

Calling my uniqueness a sin

Filling my existence with doubt

Yup I am a misfit

But the choice is still yours

Either all Or none

I want to be a choice 

Not a compromise

So I'll do anything but beg

I'd leave with my soul intact instead

Yup I am a misfit

But the choice is still yours

Either all or none

You want to know why is that? 

Because nobody is worth losing yourself

It's because you are you

And you are beautiful

Yup I am a misfit

But the choice is all mine

You can have either all or none

Because misfit or not

My signal transmission is like nerves

You get all or none

Changing myself for you is never an option..... 

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I am fine, Thank you.

How are you?
I am fine, thank you.

Nope I am broken here
Acting tough is my cover
To hide the anger, rage and tears
The fragile latent layer
Yet how are you?
I am fine, thank you.

You should know better

Than to tell the truth
Showing scars is no trend setter
The bitter is the better
Yet how are you?
I am fine, thank you.

Does it hurt? Yes.
Do we tell? No.
Because that's how I have been taught
Emotions facing the drought
Yet how are you?
I am fine, thank you.

No I am not fine

I am bleeding pain
The silence of tears and cries
The lonely walk in rain
Yet how are you?
I will say I am fine, thank you.
Even when I am not
Because that's how I have been taught.



Mridula.