How I secured my place in the field.

Well, this is just an incident i would love to share with you all. Thankyou for reading :).

I’ve always had this passion for football, maybe much more than the boys who play better than me in the park everyday. Even after being told by practically everyone not to go play with them, i picked up myself rather confidently hoping no one would notice the scared and awkward girl behind that tough wall. Not hard to guess, they said they dont play with girls. That actually hit hard on my esteem, bit quite unbashed i tried my best to fit in. I fell, and picked up myself without complaining. Everyone would make fun of me, constantly reminding me i dont belong here. Some of the boys did realise my love for the game was bigger than my ego and had no other choice but to pass the ball occasionally.

Nothing has changed; i still fight everyday, i still fall, help myself, get occasional passes and high-fives, but now the boys are used to my presence and i am used to their attitude.

Now i’m the only girl they would play with and wait for to come down in the same confident way everyday.


Your glory

I wrote a sonnet

In your glory,

Only to realise

There’s nothing to be celebrated

In you,

But it’s my ink that makes you

more than ordinary.

Our love.

Our love.

We are a tragedy
A timeless piece of sad song
A soulful creation,
Of a broken heart.
We are wanderers
With our love, a burned up bridge
A sinking ship
Faded colors of a butterfly
We are a child’s diminishing faith
Shattering dream
Birds with wings tied,
Longing to fly.
Maybe if there’s anything in this world
As beautiful as our love,
Darling, it is our destruction.

Crazy dreams

Crazy dreams

You are the dream
I want to wake up to, every morning
Enveloped in your presence
As the day breaks through our window.
Darling, you are the one
Who holds my fragility
And I feel so safe, surrendered
Falling for you.
You are the sunlight through the curtains
Surrounding me in the divine glow
You are the night breeze, kissing me cold
The warmth of my blanket, putting me to sleep
The stillness in my heart
Never letting me sleep
The stillness in my heart
Diving deep
To places I never knew.
You are the song of my best mistakes
I would never want to undo
The ones that’ll help me stay alive
The ones that would kill me
If they wish to.
You are everything I ever wanted
Everything that’s mine
Everything I long for, every single night.

To the child inside me

You drive me crazy. 

my head runs out of control

you set it free. 

You know no mercy.

You’re so scared , and small 

Yet you stand tall

And crumble down, into a handful

Of sadness.

I laugh at your innocence, 

Cry at your ignorance

You fill my head with theories. 

Empty words, in my ears, 

Going on and on

Fake promises

When will you understand? 

You’re just a silly liar 

Just a little child

Trying to make sense, out of everything

There’s nothing wrong with you, honey 

You’re just lost. 

And I’ll find you

And love you, 

I promise. 

An ode to the one.

When you finally leave
Just tell me
And I promise, that I won’t cry.
And I promise I won’t ask you to stay for a while.
Ill wash my old bed sheets
so that they don’t smell like you anymore.
I will clean my door of your footsteps,
‎ my lips of your taste;
‎I will throw away your clothes
‎your letters
‎and make room, open my curtains
‎for the world outside.
And I’ll do everything I can to forget you.

But when someday,
my morning coffee
‎reminds me of your eyes;
‎someday when I take my medicines on time,
‎remembering your scoldings.
When someday the innocence of a child
or the Waves of an Ocean
‎thunders, or soft breeze, or the wild
‎remind me of you
‎one day when I realize
‎in my habits, I have yours too
‎my words sound like you
‎and after you I never really felt at home anywhere
‎maybe, just maybe
‎Ill long for you
‎Ill cry.

Woven letters

Woven letters

I don’t feel emotions

I weave poetries

Instead of tears

Words fall out of me.

When my heart is broken

I hold it with rhymes and syllables

I don’t write poems

They roll out of my tongue with ease.

In the waging war

Before picking up the sword

My fingers reach for ink

Before the enemy, I sing war songs.

In the face of defeat

Instead of calling out for pleads

My heart spills out my fears, courage, tribulations

By screaming poetries.

To love, I whisper

Compliments woven in free verses

I admire love, beauty, happiness, pain

With metaphors and similies

I don’t write to express

I am made of poetries.

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