Unheard the wedding bell

Hand in hand and on my shoulder you rested your head

Life on fleek, sun shines and a beautiful future ahead

You then promised me to never  leave my side 

You filled me with hopes,you said I'll be your perfect bride

I am not gullible but your words were bona fide

I spoke my heart out, no secrets, no nothing to hide

My heart  healed, letting go all that ails

With you magic felt real, I believed in fairytales

And then as if the moon envied my happy face

You had no time for me, you started seeing me less

You walked with me under the starry night

But vanished when my days were not so bright

Perfect was my world, bedlam it would be I had no clue

You left me at my darkest, should I still be loving you?

You picked me from and threw me back to hell

I then unwalked down the aisle,  unheard the wedding bell.

To the Unknown

Have you ever been in love with the unknown? There exists an eternal feeling of affection yet there's noone to think of. It sounds scary but I swear it's the most beautiful feeling. You feel as if there's a part of you that is missing; you are made in fraction and the one to make you a whole is the unknown. You feel them in the rays of sun and the cool breeze that gently kisses your skin reaching your bones and finding it's way deeper. It's such a magical feeling, so enticing that no words can describe it. As if somebody somewhere is calling you home to their loving hug and you melt away such that their essence becomes yours. No, you don't lose your self then, rather you realize your 'being',you become a part of them and they become yours.

What is love?

Love is when you give and give to a person and you still want to give. It is when you can't help but smile seeing them laugh yet you fear something might go wrong. Love is when you forget yourself but pray for their wellbeing. Love is when you get contented just by the thought that they are yours.

It's in their joy and their happiness. Love is getting mad at eachother and wanting to talk to them again. Love is when you fear you might lose them. It is when you apologize for your fault even if it's not. It's such a powerful emotion that even terror kneels in front of your love. A feeling worth suffering.  Love cannot be true or fake for it simply 'IS'. Love is when two eyes and a heartbeat becomes your world. It's not that complicated after all, is it?

Born this way

Did women come out of man's spine or do men come out of women's womb? Does carrying heavy loads make men great or bleeding for a week make women strong? Are men and women equal? Who will answer these questions? How will we know the hierarchy? You might say 'of course the society does'. The same society that talks about rights of women and censures short clothes at the same time? Who will clear this ambiguity?

Why are women blamed for their own harrasment? Why ain't men taught to respect them? Why is a woman maltreated by another woman? Why is it  that a woman waits to be saved by a man every time? Can't they be their own superhero?

Cover yourself, speak less, cross your legs, fat is ugly, agree to what he says or he won't like you; do women really need validation from men to exist or to be themselves?! You are different from all other women I have met; who gave men right to distinguish and difference between women? 

It's time the world know that all woman are same. We are alike because our spines are made of steel and bones of star dust. We can melt you with love and burn you in fury. Love is our language but I bet you wouldn't want to see us distorted with rage. All you have seen is a soothing ocean, little do you know why tsunami was named after a woman.https://www.google.com.np/search?q=articles+on+womanhood&oq=articles+on+woman&aqs=chrome.1.69i57j0l3.10750j0j7&client=ms-android-huawei&sourceid=chrome-mobile&ie=UTF-8

I am a woman

Don't tell me I am beautiful, pretty or cute

Call me strong and brave instead

It's my courage that makes me shine

not the shape of my body or the beauty that fades

Tall or short, perfect or not

Black,white or what ever be the color of my skin

The freckles, my curls or the straights

Look beyond them, for that's not me from within

It's not in what I look that I am

Or the lines in my forehead, bags under my eyes

It's in my poise, my grace and gratitude, the beauty lies

Don't think I am less, don't underestimate me

I am made of stardust, I am divine

I am a woman and that should be enough

To make you think , to make me shine

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Just a little bit of effort

Isn't it fun to swipe down the newsfeed related to global environmental issues? Why bother reading them anyway. And then sometimes you can't help but browse such articles when their dramatic headlines mesmerize us. Then what? The next step ofcourse is for you to be the Umpire. Who didn't do what and who is to be blamed? Ugh! the snail paced road construction, the futile government and not to forget money-grubbing industries.

Wait, did you miss something?? No? What about you? Have you been contributing to this tragedy? Now you might snort thinking how on earth would the tobacco smoke I puff into the air for fun contribute to global air pollution. Or, how the plastics I burn in my backyard add to it. Well, stating the fact, your little mischief adds to the huge adversity. Can you do anything to abate the pollution? Good news for those willing to contribute, the answer is an yes.

A report by The Nature Conservancy has qualified the fact that nature can help cities address the problems of air pollution. A global investment of 100 million dollars per year in tree planting and maintenance can provide and offer 68 million people measurable reductions in fine particulate matter pollution. What if we plant a sapling each? Like the quote says, "Together we can do great things" your little effort as a human won't do any harm. Let's be self less and make an effort. We didn't inherit earth from our ancestors rather borrowed it from our descendants.

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