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This is for all those who seek the joy in little things !


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Dreamcatchers 

They say dream catchers keep away the bad dreams.

The nightmares that don’t let you sleep. Leave you twisting in fright.

But what about the nightmares you live everyday.

No, not the ones that lurk in the darkness, hidden below your pillows.

The ones that stare at you in the eye in broad daylight.

Like the time you were called a randi for wearing shorts on the streets.

When unknown fingers traced their way along your thighs.

When they tried to pry them open by force.

Or how about the time, when you were denied that promotion because you had a vagina.

How they squeezed every last bit of life out of you, but stole your reward.

How they snatched your dreams and trampled on it.

Or wait.

How about the time your uncle PLAYED with you, when you were too young to understand?

And the shame, the guilt and the anger that followed, all the years after!

That once when you were marked unclean, because obviously God didn’t like bleeding women.

All the times you were taken for granted. Your voice shut out.

The days when your boyfriend thought it’s okay to vent out on you. Just, leave a mark or two. After all, you could just cover it with a little foundation here and concealer there.

Or that time, when your husband raped you and everyone you told thought it’s OK.

What about these nightmares?

What about the false promises and hurtful words?

What about the scars that they left on your skin, reminding you of your helplessness?

Will the dream catcher take them away too?

Will it?

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WORDS

It’s so easy to say the wrong words, so difficult to find the right ones!

Sometimes it’s the silences that makes our lives, but for the most of  it, it’s only words.

 

They flow like the wind

From my heart, slithering onto my lips.

Words, bursting at the seams, waiting to be spoken.

 

Will they be words I’d regret?

Will they be the words that finally seal the deal?

 

Will they be the ones that are said too soon?

Or will they be the ones buried deep inside, pushed into the darkness and left to be forgotten?

 

They stand at the edge of my tongue, dancing. Teasing my anxious mind!

Will they be like daggers? Piercing someone’s heart?

Will they be like balm, soothing away someone’s pain?

 

Will they be heard? Will they be understood?

Will they be valued? Will they reach the right ears?

 

Oblivious to the infinite possibilities they linger on like the morning mist, yet to settle to reality.

Will I say them? Should I say them? Can I say them!

A million questions haunting their existence!

 

Will I find the right words? Oh, will they sound the way I want them to?

 

Emotions flood their senses. They forget to make a point sometimes!

But in the end they are after all, yours.

They are your words.

They could be used against you, you know. Or spell the salvation for your soul.

They could breathe life into your love, they could become marvels of history.

Or they could become the poison that corrodes your bones.

They could change the world in a moment. They can change YOUR world.

And yet here you are, looking for them.

That’s what words do to you.

One by one they seep into your entire being, until the day they are but;

All that remain of you.