Trepidation

It takes years to win someone's trust and moments to crush it to pieces. A single moment can alter your whole relationship with anyone, forever. This was probably my moment.

Her breathing rate deteriorating and her pulse falling constantly, yet she kept her eyes wide open - just for my reply. My words can't comprehend the pain, the agony she was going through at that very moment. If there was something and someone that could ease her - it was an agreement, and the person from whom she required it, was none other than me.

Out of all the others why had she expected so much from me? I alone could do nothing and yet she believed I had the ultimate power in this matter. What could a feeble person with a broken heart do in this regard?

I had no hopes from myself but she did and my conscience insisted me to say yes, to alleviate her. Probably I was still hoping my concurrence would save her and then I may never have to comply with her will. Whatever it was, with all the courage I could gather - I said yes. I could feel the eyes of those that circumferenced us, drawing in towards me...

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Mocking Mother

And she laughs mercilessly,
As she is slapped before her,
If her daughter at the hands of a hound,
Would she too abhor her,
And let her be beaten,
Until her screams fade away,
Would she bear the same that,
She now enjoys each day,
What a pity she's a woman,
But couldn't reach her son to respect another,
What a pity to her teachings,
What a pity to her being a mother,
And she's not the only one,
She's just one of the many,
Who face discrimination themselves too,
But don't have sympathy for any,
Who are we to hold him responsible,
When she never held his hand,
And guided him not to disrespect women,
Never did she take a stand,
And that woman beaten today,
Before her very eyes,
Cries her soul out today,
As on a the cold floor, she lies,
But one day she too will let,
History repeat itself,
She too wouldn't stop her son,
Her daughter-in-law, she wouldn't help,
And it's a vicious circle,
That just goes on and on,
When you're not willing to take a step,
Don't hope for a miraculous new dawn.

Domestic violence is just one of the many issues faced by more than 50% of the world's women population around the globe. I don't even need to enlist all the atrocities. No matter what they are and in which part of the world women face them, nothing will change unless we change our mindsets and respect all women irrespective of our relationship with them.
Men are generally considered the only root cause of all the violence a woman may have to face, but the truth is everyone else that silently witnesses this and chooses not to say a word is equally guilty of it, be it another woman.
Change your mindset and the world will change itself.
#InternationalDayForTheEliminationOfViolenceAgainstWomen

Esteem Down the Alley

Close your eyes,
Shut them tight,
Against your skin,
Did you feel a bite,
That tender touch,
Straight down your esteem,
Tell me was that,
Much of an extreme,
Let me rub it again,
Against your bare skin,
The nails running down,
So sharp and thin,
Now let's play a game,
Let's tighten that grip,
Is it wrong to love,
Baby why did you flip,
I love you more,
Than you'd love yourself,
Then why do you cry,
Out for help,
Is my love,
To tough to bear,
Awkward you find it,
Even when I stare,
Tell me how it feels,
To be loved just as much,
As you made me feel,
I was loved as such,
Sheltered and protected,
Perfectly comfy,
Why on earth does make you,
So fiercely grumpy,
You loved me so hard that I decided,
To exchange roles for a day,
And make you feel exactly,
How I feels to be, this way,
Never will I be able,
To forget that night,
Your hands gripping me,
That fearful sight,
My heart, my body,
And my brain,
Will never get over,
That night's pain,
When you thought my isolation,
Was a chance to come over,
And you walked me down that alley,
All so slower,
Each second till you led me,
To the dark,
Of fear lit inside me,
An agonising spark,
I tugged I ran,
But you caught me each time,
My body will never ever,
Be again just mine,
It's fun to say,
My friend, my partners in crime,
You declared me the meal,
And together you all dined,
If only I could ever,
Put you through the same,
And let you feel,
How it felt to be shamed,
I bet you'd hate it if in place of me,
Was your daughter, sister or wife,
You ruthless hound you forgot,
I too live, I too have a life,
You took it away,
In one single breath,
What I live now,
Is worse than death,
No secret is there left,
I'm believed to be revealed,
And now they think,
There's nothing to be concealed,
Never will I be respected,
Ever again,
Healed and hidden,
But the wounds still pain.

Stereotypes

In a society where maturity is solely deemed to be dependant on age, abilities on experience, understanding on attitude, power on money and personality on charm, no one will ever be able to reach their true potential.
No one will ever be satisfied with who they are. No decision will ever be taken sure of the fact that it is the right one. No task will be completed with the faith that it's being performed in the best way. No progress will be made sure that our future is in the hands of the right people.
And you know who is responsible for that? YOU. Yes you, you and you and the one before you and the one with you and the one after you. You, me, him, her, every single one of us BECAUSE we are that society.
These rules were not set by aliens, we made them. And if you want those rules to be broken, you'll have to break them yourself. No one will break those stereotypes for you. You will have to do that yourself.
And if you're not willing to do so, then don't call your yourself a 'feminist', a believer of 'equality', a 'reformer', a 'humanitarian' BECAUSE you know what, you're not even fair with yourself then what to talk about the world. You believe in something, but you're not ready to fight for. And if you're not ready to fight your own battle, then stop pretending to fight for others. You've murdered your dreams, stop playing with their emotions.
If you're against all this, you will have the guts to speak up no matter what the consequences may be. You will value peoples' thoughts and ideas, abilities and characteristics and beliefs and virtues, despite the materialistic boundaries of age, gender, experience, expression, charm, attitude and money. You will do so no matter how small it may seem to value one person out of the billions who face all this. You will do so no matter someone watches you or not. You will do so no matter someone appreciates your efforts or not.
And if you're not willing to do so, then go back home coward. Verbal warfare never helped anyone win any battle.

Emblems of Love

God bless this child and all those like him, and those who're in a better state of health than him and those in a worser one.
No physical or mental or abnormality deformity ceases to remain as a hindrance in our lives if we are surrounded by people who love us despite our flaws.
That physically challenged kid you see everyday faces a bigger challenge then just what you see. His real challenge is to be given the space to BREATH in a world of 'flawed perfectionists'.
That mentally slow girl that you've spotted occasionally has a bigger problem to deal with then just living her life, she needs to bear with people's 'mentalities'.
The words 'stare' and 'care' are miles apart. Learn to prefer care over stare. If you're blessed, stop bullying others for their flaws. If you can see that person, you can see their problem and sometimes it's a lot more than just inquiring about their medical history. These people live with their issues, they don't need to be reminded of them furthermore. Don't treat them specially, it's equivalent to 'differently' with your mental approach. Stop considering them the odd one outs. They're already odd and that thought breaks them down more often than you think, you don't need to add to that.
As for those who care and are in anyway related to such kids who I would prefer to call God's Emblems of Love for these people are certainly the most tenderhearted individuals you'd ever come across, hats off to you. Especially the parents who love their kids despite everything, you are no less than mentors, mentors for idealistic ways of raising kids. Many may not believe but sometimes these kids not only are met by their own challenges but they face a challenge so tough to achieve that it's incomprehendible how they deal with it, the challenge to receive love from their own parents. Unfortunately such parents exist too who raise these kids due to some compulsions but never love them as their child. May God grant them the ability to love people unconditionally.
May God grant us all the ability to spread love.
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Parting of The Ways

Could there be sunshine,
If there was no sun,
Could there be mountains,
If rocks were next to none,
Could there be plants,
If soil didn't exist,
Could there be any fog,
Without the mist,
Could there be water,
Without oceans or rivers,
Could you be fearful,
And never shiver,
Could there be thunder,
If there were no clouds,
Without each other incomplete,
Is what these things sound,
Then how could you expect,
Our relationship to be perfect,
With your attitude so rough,
That loving you, I regret,
Why is it that you expect,
Me to be always there,
And when I look back,
I see you no where,
Why do I have to,
Never let you feel alone,
But you never bother,
To feel deserted am I not prone,
I reassure you that,
You'll always have me,
But around myself, you,
I can never see,
I care too much,
Just like you want,
But for me you never think,
That isolation could haunt,
Me too just like,
You say it scares you,
Am I only here,
To be there for you,
I'm tired, I'm sick,
I'm over who you are,
You seem so close,
But yet are so far,
I don't want to live,
In this delusion,
I'm tired of knowing you're mine,
When it's just an illusion,
It's not that you don't know,
What I mean,
You run behind those,
To chase, whom you're keen,
To be my priority,
Was your goal,
I love you the most,
You wanted to be told,
My feelings, my thoughts,
Were worthless to you,
You kept me wondering,
What wrong did I do,
I can't live with a stone wall,
Who cares only to caressed,
I want to be with someone,
My presence, who would cherish,
So I'm letting go off you,
For your own good,
I've thought long, I'm doing,
Exactly what I should,
I'm not saying,
I was the best,
Many well-wishers you'll find,
Amongst the rest,
You were good but probably,
Not good enough for me,
Maybe I just want to be with someone,
A bit more cheesy,
You loved me but that,
You never said,
I'm sorry but I have to,
Choose to move ahead,
I don't want to hate you,
I don't want to blame you,
You're not expressive,
But I don't want to ashame you,
You give love to those,
Who you think need to be told,
In that category, me,
You never choose to hold,
I expect to be loved,
Just like I love you,
But if you can't goodbye,
I've given up on you,
Good day my love,
You'll always be special,
But parting of ways,
Is just essential.

The Beneficial Lies

Fantasised by the lives of others, disgusted by your own?
Too tired of pretending to live the life you'd always desired for?
Well this is what comes straight out of my heart for a person belonging to your category.
In this crowd of innumerable actors who fake each day of their lives, fake their smiles, fake their realities and fake even their very own existence, you are not alone my friend.
Indeed this world is a stage. Spot on Shakespeare, there's definitely no doubt about that.
Sometimes we have no option but to lie. To lie about how are lives are a true depiction of the life we've or we would ever dream of to live.
Sometimes we have no option but to fake our feelings, our emotions and even ourselves as a whole.
To lie maybe a sin my friend, undoubtedly a grave sin, but what would you choose in a life where your own matters aren't enough to bother you? The piercing questions of the world or faking a perfect smile.
The thought of being such a big liar may bug you often and I wouldn't advocate the act of being untruthful, but sometimes it's a whole lot better to act as someone else than to be in your skin.
If your life forces you to be that someone and your intention is merely to escape from the world's questions instead of falling prey to their predatory opinions, it's okay to choose the short cut. Only if your lies harm no one in any way.

Best

'Best'
Why does that one word mean so much to us that things don't seem incomplete, rather meaningless without it.
"I'm not the best."
"I didn't get the best."
"People get to be the best at stuff and here I am, not the best at anything."
NO ONE is the best at everything, NO ONE gets the best of everything and yet EVERYONE is the best at something and EVERYONE does get the best of something.
Thank Allah for what you have and learn to appreciate what He has granted you that you consider the best, maybe less than what you want but still He choose to give it to you, even if just a little. Thank him for all your comforts and all His blessings.
Stop looking at the ones you believe to be better than you, we all come with our own baggages and where they're blessed with one thing, they bear many other losses too.
The real thing is not about being the best or having the best but trying to become the best or trying to achieve the best, the effort counts more than the reward.
The real winners aren't always those who're the best but those who don't give up if they're not, and still choose to try again.

The Worst

I don't want to live this life
I don't want to feel like this
I lost the will to believe in it 
So don't try to convince me that 
This isn't the worst 
Don't try to make me believe in this
You're not at my place, not living my life 
How could you 
Judge from across that border 
How could you 
When you've not chosen 
To look around the shell you live in 
If you can't choose 
Just don't say anything 
It won't help

Now read this from bottom to top.

It's you who could speak either ways. 
The effort of those around you to bring you out of your depression, that's what makes the difference. 
Surround yourself with people who actually care enough to make your lives better, no matter to what extent they may have to struggle for it. 
Learn to identify the ones who don't. Learn to identify the ones whose sympathies are fake. 
Value those who have the power to make you believe in the fact that your life ISN'T THE WORST.

Yourself

Before you gossip with your friends about how someone may seem to be quite 'weird', 'oversensitive' or how 'unusual' their behaviour may be, pause and put yourself at their place. They may have reasons to do so.
This is a part of an effort to help these DEPRESSED PEOPLE deal with their issues. Be a part of this and set a status with something you'd want to say to them, to help them out.

This status goes out to the immense number of people that I've witnessed to be stressed out about their lives.

Before you complain about how...
i) tough your life is...
ii) complicated your relationships are with others...
iii) mean people are towards you...
iv) depressed you are...

...take a moment to ponder over...
i) how much you've contributed to this 'yourself'.
ii) how much you 'yourself' have distanced these people from you.
iii) why you 'yourself' have given these people the space to trouble you.
iv) how you've never made an effort to change this 'yourself'.

If you 'yourself' have never made an effort to change any of this, you most certainly don't have the right to grumble about your issues.
No one can make your life simpler but you, 'yourself'.

P.S: When you have all the time in the world to indulge in activities just so you're not bored — take a moment to do something for a good cause too.
Maybe someone in your friends circle, someone you may never have known to be going through a hard time, may be motivated to never give up by your effort. ‪#‎makeaneffort‬