At the end of the day
I wish I had something worthy to say
But instead I wonder
Do my words thunder
In your ears
What are your deepest, darkest fears
I've ordered my mind to hibernate
Winter will come a little late
Consider this a warning
Don't worry if I laugh when I'm mourning
I've put my rational thoughts on hold
This idea of not dealing with anxiety has me sold
I'm making my head apologise to my heart
They should've been friends right from the start
I want to make the red lights turn green
We've waited long enough I mean
There's no light at the end of the tunnel
Until you imagine it
I don't know what exists and what doesn't
But you do and your spirit
Is a part of this universe
We're all stitched together
I'm still trying to decide if that's a blessing or a curse
You're as dynamic as the weather
The problem with walking with your head held high
Is that you crush life beneath your boot
Down to earth is where we'll all eventually lie
In our graves beside dust and soot
Because life doesn't have the option to reboot
My Brain Told Me To Take The Wheel
THIS IS MY 100th POST GUYS! I started my account in December last year. I'm proud of myself for writing throughout the year. Also what can I do to improve this account? (I'm welcome to criticism)
Sunrises, so do I~
and I stare at the sunrise every morning possible, and wonder if I rise up this beautifully.
Or do I let darkness take over me without a fight.
I wanna be the Sun.
which lifts itself up every morning. slowly, but oh so bravely.
and I wonder,
everytime I let myself down, let somebody down. everytime I'm not enough.
do I rise up this gracefully. do I change colors while I do it..
it doesn't seem easy for the Sun to rise up either
just like it isn't for me.
it goes through several changes.
but the sun rises.
gradually, yet so so gracefully.
but I question myself, do I rise up like the sun does?
I question myself again and again and again.
even when it all gets too much and I'm unable to catch my breathe. when it's all dark and I don't know what to do. when I'm screaming and my body aches. and it feels like no one's listening.
It takes time they say.
But more than that, it takes patience and courage.
And I realize;
I do rise up.
beautifully like the Sun.
and Ill do it a thousand times.
in spite of all the pain.
cause if I wont , the sky wont light up.
India is a land of abundant culture and the culture is full of male dominance. This culture, since the birth of India, has been designed in such a way that men have all the pleasures and luxuries, while women have been treated as servants, even if she’s someone’s wife.
It’s the man who is held responsible for all the respectable jobs, while women are not. Even if a woman gets into a workplace at a good position, people (including women) tend to believe that she must have gotten there, not because of her skills or talents, but because of the fact that she’s a woman. She has a body of a woman.
This discrimination in thinking, (although a lot of discrimination in action has been forcefully tried to get removed from places) is deeply rooted in everyone’s minds over here in India.
Whatever revolution might happen, this seems unshakable. But, this is disturbing.
This is so disturbing that there needed to be a voice that worked in the direction of balancing things out for everyone (men and women). They called this voice and it’s effect ‘feminism’. Now, why does India need ‘feminism’? We had so many laws, human rights, rules and regulations etc. Still, why did we require an external force above all this?
Well, it is said that some problems can be solved only in crooked ways. There’s a Hindi proverb ‘sidi ungali se ghee nahi nikale to ungali tedhi karni padti hai’. The English equivalent for this is ‘you can't make an omelette without breaking some eggs’(for those who don’t understand Hindi). So, when things are not getting sorted, one has to take such steps to make things straight.
This was, and is, a fight for, not against, equality.
There’s none in this country.
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