Dark night,
quite room,
silance at a peak
Then we heard a girl's sob, crying in a loop.
Like the walls had learned her grief by heart,
repeating it back in echoes.
I walked toward the sound,
slow
as if pain startles easily.
I asked her, “What happened?”
She didn’t answer at first.
She just breathed like surviving was a task
she hadn’t signed up for.
Then the words spilled.
She said it’s hard
hard to be a girl
in a world that calls control “culture”
and cruelty “discipline.”
Hard to live in a house
where love has conditions,
where queerness is treated like a crime
and silence is safer than truth.
She spoke of streets that stare,
of rules written on her body,
of a society loud with patriotism
but deaf to her pain.
She said, “Every place feels toxic
when you’re constantly shrinking
to make others comfortable.”
I didn’t interrupt.
Some stories don’t want advice
they want witnesses.
So I listened.
Like listening could be resistance.
And when her voice finally cracked into quiet,
I told her this
not as a solution,
but as a hand reaching out of the dark:
“You don’t have to change the whole world tonight.
Start with yourself
keep your light alive.
Then your courage will change the room.
And one day, rooms become streets,
streets become cities.”
I told her
we can’t force minds to open,
can’t beg society to be better
but we can draw our lines,
guard our truths,
and demand space to breathe.
I told her
survival itself is a revolution.
Her sobs slowed.
The silence softened.
And in her eyes
not victory, not certainty
but something quieter, braver...
hope!
The kind that stays.
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 1:56 PM UTC
चल पड़ा हूँ रस्तों पे मैं, कहीं तो मेरा घर होगा,
ना ईंटों से, ना दीवारों से बस वो जहाँ सुकून होगा।
हर मुसाफ़िर कुछ ढूँढता है, मैं भी अपनी तलाश में,
दिल कहे बस एक ठिकाना, जो हो मेरी ही आस में।
ढूंढूं मैं अपना सा वो एक जहाँ,
जहाँ होगा मेरे सपनों का वो एक कारवाँ।
ढूंढूं मैं अपना सा वो एक कारवाँ,
ढूंढूं मैं अपना सा वो एक कारवाँ।
कभी किसी चेहरे में ढूँढा, कभी किसी ख़्वाब के गाँव में,
वो सुकून, वो रौशनी जो छुपा है मेरी ही आवाज़ में।
कोई रास्ता पूछे मुझसे, मैं खुद सफ़र में खोया हूँ,
ना मंज़िल का नाम पता है, ना जाने क्या खोया हूँ।
चाहत उसकी मेरे दिल में कुछ ऐसी है,
खड़े आसमानों में उड़ते परिंदे जैसी है।
चाहते हैं...
चाहते हैं...
चाहते हैं...
हर साया मुझे उसका लगे, हर राह पे उसका नाम लिखूं,
जिसे कभी देखा नहीं, फिर भी मैं हर साँस में ज़िक्र करूं।
ये दिल भी अजनबी सा है, ये जहाँ भी अधूरा सा,
कहीं तो होगी वो ज़मीन, जो लगे मुझे पूरा सा।
वो घर मेरा कुछ अपना सा घर तो नहीं,
लेकिन एक सुनहरे सपना सा।
शायद वो घर कोई चेहरा है, या कोई ठंडी शाम कहीं,
जो थाम ले मेरा हाथ यूँ, जैसे मैं कोई खोया नाम कहीं।
जब मिल जाएगा वो ठिकाना, साँसों में बह जाएगी धुन,
घर मिल जाएगा उस दिन, जब लगेगा मैं हूँ मैं, पूरा पूर्ण।
Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 12:10 PM UTC
My head pounds when their words turn sharp,
my heart pierced a thousand times,
each syllable sinking, twisting,
draining the light from my chest.
The world turns blank
only tears carve down my face.
My body aches,
but it’s my soul that screams without sound.
No hands reach for me,
no voice dares to soften the storm.
Only my sobs remain,
bouncing off empty walls.
Why me?
Why only me?
Why am I always the one marked wrong?
Even when I’m bleeding inside,
they name me the cause
as if my hurt is a crime.
The walls press closer,
the air grows heavier.
Each day repeats,
a chain I can’t break.
I fall silent
my voice has nowhere to land,
just tumbling into the pit
where all my hope went to die.
Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 11:05 AM UTC
You watch me sleep like I belong to you.
Eyes in the dark, but your hands feel true.
You whisper sins behind locked doors
I beg for less, you give me more.
You're not here or there but your presence is everywhere.
Like smoke in my lungs, you're choking the air.
Your shadow sleeps in my skin at night
I flinch at the dark, but crave the bite. You're somewhere in the woods looking at me, every night at three thirty three.
I hear your boots on the bedroom floor,
But I never see you close the door.
Your breath wraps around my neck like prayer,
Holy and cruel
and I still don’t care. Take what you want, just don’t set me free,
Break me apart where no one can see.
I’m not scared of the dark
I’m scared of the light,
Cause only in shadows, you treat me right.
You are the ghost I ache to keep,
Haunting my hell, tucked into my sleep. Your name is carved between my thighs,
A secret shrine no prayer denies.
You pull me close like I’m your sin,
And beg to burn just to breathe me in.
You come in the dark, leave before the light,
A name I don't know, but a touch I can't fight.
You're nowhere by day, but I feel your stare,
My skin remembers what the moon won’t share.
A ghost with hands that make me bloom
You love me in silence, then vanish like perfume.
I don’t know your name, but you know my soul
And every night, you make me whole.
Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 12:03 PM UTC
Not in wands or whispered spells,
Nor towers where a wizard dwells.
Not in potions, cloaks, or charms
But in quiet things with open arms.
The moon that pulls the restless tide,
A seed that splits the earth with pride.
The stars that died to make our skin,
The dreams we fight and hold within.
I love to believe in magic,
Not the kind from books
But the one that lives in dreams,
In the beauty of a soul that looks.
Every single thing has its own shine
Even a water droplet, catching light like a star.
The stars themselves, so distant and rare,
Speak to us of what we truly are.
The plants they whisper secrets green,
So simple, soft, and yet serene.
Humans, too so wild and deep,
A thousand layers they try to keep.
Our world is just like fantasy,
It seems too perfect to be real.
How rare the things we feel inside
The love, the ache, the truths we seal.
The warmth we feel from someone’s glance,
The ache of love, the pull of chance.
The breath of truth in honest voice,
The strength to fall and still have choice.
There is no magic like you see in shows,
But still this world in secret glows.
Not fantasy, but something true:
The real magic lives inside of you.
In faith, in hope, in sacred light,
In walking through the darkest night.
You carry skies behind your eyes
And paint your soul across the skies.
And if you ever doubt your way,
Just listen when the silence stays
It has a voice, and so do you.
A whisper soft, a dream made true.
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 6:20 PM UTC
It begins in quiet pain, a whisper in place of screams,
not because the world is silent,
but because there's nothing left worth hearing.
The emptiness feels like it has shape now,
like silence that bites when no one watches.
Still, the world expects a smile.
You sit there, pretending you're whole,
while your own voice sinks under the weight of
everything that used to matter.
Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 4:23 PM UTC
Deep inside I wanna cry
A feeling of depression
And I was asking Why
Because all the things you told me
were totally lie.
As my body was burning like a coal
You were poking me and making holes.
I was shouting, begging and crying
For the mercy
Which you never gave
Although you broke my soul
But now it doesn't matter
Because I'm already shattered.
Oct 26, 2024
Oct 26, 2024 at 7:43 AM UTC
We know our relation
He is my dad
She is my mom
And I'm there daughter
But do they know
what I like
What I want
What's my favorite place
Who's my favorite person
No they don't
Neither I
My father was busy making money
And mother was busy doing house chores
They never got a chance
To tell
What do they like
Or to ask
What do I like
I know they care about me
But I guess
They don't know how to express it
In their language
This is called
LOVE.
-apeksha ranjan
But this love haunts me And make me feel sad!
Oct 24, 2024
Oct 24, 2024 at 2:14 PM UTC
My parents use to
Beat me and scold me
Just so, that next day
They can shower their love.
My father use to
Hit me and tell me how useless I'm
Just so, that next day
He could say how much he cares about me.
My mother use to tell me
How much she regret for having me
Just so, that next day
We can share our feeling and gossip about other.
They use to tell me
That they hate me the most
Just so, that next day
They can fulfill my wish.
Now I got use to of these
I chased the people who hurt me
Just so, that next day
They could protect me
Coz every thing happens in the same manner
I did all this
Just so, that next day
Everything could be better.
Oct 7, 2024
Oct 7, 2024 at 5:33 AM UTC