Why did you only love me when I made you proud?
Why didn’t you help me when I asked for it?

Why did you threaten to leave me behind?
To send me away?
To give me to someone else?

Why did you blame your illness on me?
Why did you say I wouldn’t even cry if you died?
Why did you tell me I could leave anytime —
And never show my face again?

Why do you still say things that hurt?

I hate that I can’t talk to you.
I hate that I can’t ask for help —
Can’t ask for something I need, like other kids do.

I hate that I have to hide the cuts.
That I have to lie about the bruises.
That I have to pretend I’m okay.

I hate coming home.

Why did you treat me like an adult when I was still just a child?
Why did you guilt-trip me...
And then confess why you did it —
As if that made it okay?

Why did you do that?
Why did you hurt me like that?

She screams
a raw  sound,
Ripped from her throat swallowed by shadow.
Her cries are strangled in the air,
Lost to the silence where no one cares.

His eyes cold and cruel and still confused
As if her terror was something strange like a game to break.
Her tears bleed red, her sobs choked dry

A storm raging inside a throat too tight to let out a cry

She runs or tries to but fate strikes fast.
Hands like iron pulls her back
And to the earth she’s dragged

The ground devours her like a grave,
Cold, hard, and undead

She fought
oh, she really fought

Nails clawing, fists flailing,

She screamed until her voice turned to rust.
She bit, she begged, she burned to break free
But fate answered only with silence.
But was it fair or simply faith
What did she even do to deserve this?

She longed to vanish, to shrink, to dissolve in the dirt she lay in.
But the only thing that disappeared
Was her power, her pride, her peace.

An evil deed, dark and twisted

An evil no eyes dared to witness.
No savior came, no voice called out
Only shadows, only silence.

If someone had seen
Maybe if someone had heard...
Perhaps she’d still have her pride
Perhaps she’d still have her light.

But no one saw, no one came
And now she lies still,
Her spirit crushed beneath
The weight of what was stolen from her

I've been meaning to write this for so long,
To tell you how I see you
Sometimes wrapped in shades of blue,
A quiet calm that lingers in your steps.
And then there are days you glow in purple,
Radiant in the light, like dusk softly kissing the sky.

I love the way your hair finds itself
Tied in a bun, neat and graceful,
Or braided down your back,
Revealing its endless length,
A cascade of midnight flowing free.

Some days, I greet you face to face,
And on others, I linger behind,
Watching you walk away
Thinking how the red of your dress
Dances with the flower in your hair,
A fleeting flame that burns quietly in my mind.

I adore your smile
How it arrives unannounced,
And your eyes
Always glistening, always bright.

I smile, too, when I spot your bus in the morning,
And find myself just hoping -
Hoping to catch a glimpse of you,
As if that alone could brighten my day.

Every evening, when I walk home,
One thought follows me like a shadow
Will I see her today?

My friends know how foolish I am when it comes to you
How your name is carved into every joke they make,
And how no one dares touch
That one red and silver pen
The one that feels like yours somehow.

I keep thinking back to that Teacher’s Day
The way you stood on stage,
Draped in purple,
Frozen in a moment I never want to forget.

And I know
I'll always carry these colors with me,
A canvas painted in shades of you.

It's not the truth that hurts the most
It's the reality that no man in this wrecked country stands brave enough to admit.
There are some
but far too few.

No police, no government
Yet they call this a democratic country,
A place where laws stand firm.
But where is that justice?
Is it real, or just a myth
Like the so-called independence we claim to have?

I wished you a happy Independence Day

But only to the half that truly has it.
Happy Independence Day... to men.

But what about the other half?
What about the women of this country
The very country that worships goddesses?

A land that fears the wrath of Kali,
That bows before the strength of Durga,
That treasures the love of Parvati
Yet silences the voices of its women.

It's not just the truth for women
It's their harsh, relentless reality.
Not just in this country,
But in the world.

Ungrateful men
Those who reduce women to slurs,
Who call them *******, *****, ******, or egg factories.
This is what men have become.
Not all,  but enough...
Enough for it to feel like all to the women who live in fear.

Men say it's hard for them and yes, it is.
But have they seen what it’s like to be a woman?
To be a girl or even a baby in this world?

What will happen to this country?
What will happen to this society?
What will happen to this world?

What about the men who make jokes?
What about the older women who whisper
"Why did she go out so late?"
What about the mothers teaching their daughters
"Don't wear that  people will stare."

Why aren't they brave enough to tell their sons to change?
To tell society to change?

The hurt in my heart is overwhelming
The humiliation this country should feel
But doesn’t.

Why don't we feel safe in our country, in our state , in the very cities we were born in
How are we supposed to feel safe when we don't even feel safe in the houses we live in.

No man, no brother, no father, no son,
No police officer, no politician
No one has done enough to change this reality.

And that is what hurts the most.

My nails carved scars into my skin,
As if pain could remove the feeling that lingers within.
Blood spills on my body frame
Yet it cannot clear the filth I feel.

I scrub and scrub,
No soap, no water, no time
Can rinse away the weight of shame

How strange this world is
So loud, yet it never heard the screams
That once lingered in those walls

I tried to escape the shadows that gripped my ankles.
To run from the arms that pinned me down.

I choked on silence that was my peace
I tried to ***** out the disgusting taste
But it stuck to the roof of my mouth
A bitter feeling that won’t go away no matter how hard i tried

The bruises faded,
But the memory never did.

My cries for help, once strong
Just disappeared
A small plea for Nothing big.
Time passed
Now it was not where to be seen .

A cry in the night
Thin yet sharp
Unheard, yet never unspoken.

Why? Why did they turn away?
Why did my voice fall like a leaf
Trembling and twisting  
yet never caught?
I reached out i swear i did
But not far, not loud
But enough
enough for someone to notice.
Or so I thought.

Was I too small, too plain, too quiet
To be worth the reach of a hand?
Was I too ordinary to be saved?
Too forgettable to be found?

I cried, but no one listened.
I begged, but no one answered.
My voice cracked and broke
And still nothing.

Tell me was I not enough for you ?
Not special enough  to matter to you?

I tried to stand tall,
But my legs shook beneath me.
I tried to be strong,
But my ribs felt too small to hold any breath i took
I swallowed the screams again and again
Until they rotted inside me
Turning my chest tight and until i felt it on my body
Turning my mind into a maze I couldn’t escape , maybe i never will.

I waited.
For a knock at the door,
For a voice to call my name,
For someone or anyone to come see me,
To see the shadows swallowing me whole

But no one came.

So
I learned to smile enough
To keep all the questions away.
I laughed loud enough
To bury the sound of my shattering heart
I wore my strength like armor
Heavy and suffocating
But convincing enough to fool them all.

And still... I waited.
Waited for someone to notice
That under the brave face
Was a soul in great pain

Tell me , was really so easy to forget?
So simple to not care
Did no one see the way I flinched every time
Did no one notice the way I held my breath whenever there footsteps neared my bed

I used to dream that someone would save me that someone would see through the silence
And wrap me in arms that felt safe.
I used to believe that love
real love l
Would find me before I disappeared completely.

But now that I wonder.
Maybe some people aren’t meant to be saved
People like me
Maybe some cries are meant to die out in the night
Forgotten and unheard

And maybe that cry in the night
just maybe.
It was never meant to matter at all.

Why mourn this wretched self?
Forget it
Forget me
forget me still trying.
Oh, to hold it all when your hands shake.
to let it slip and simply disappear.

Can't hide from this broken reflection, can you?
The loathing lingers on me
it festers in me, it feeds.
Why even lie?
It keeps growing every day.

What do I have?
Who do I have?
Except this shadow I despise.

I want it all to stop — to end — to vanish.
But before I fade,
just save me please someone do
Before I make the kind of mistake you can't take back.

I'm slipping, sinking.
The pictures that are in my head are sharp and clear,
Like whispers in my ears
too close, too loud.

Please... just pull me back
Before I break.