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Romali Arora Mar 2016
I wonder what it is to be like her
To be shattered,
To be hurt
To be broken
By everyone
And still manage to stand so strong

I wonder how many of us wish to be like her
The one who often goes unnoticed
A woman who carries a storm within her
But refuses to let it show
For it may destroy everyone around
Even before you know

I wonder what it takes to be a woman like her
To be at the receiving end of betrayals,
And forgotten relationships
A woman, being referred to, as someone so ordinary
And yet not complaining

I wonder how it is to be the woman she is
A woman of power
A woman of values and beliefs
A woman, who values faith
The independent one,
Wanting to stand on her own feet

I wonder what it is to be the woman
Who often strives
To be better
Than what she was yesterday
Who puts down her dreams and aspirations for the ones she loves
And yet fails to get the love she deserves

I wonder what would it be
To meet that woman
The woman within us
The one within you and me
The one we look at
Everyday in the mirror
The one we don’t admire
But just see....
I wonder what it takes
To be a woman
Just like you and me......
To the strong women-may we be them, may we admire them and may we love them!
Romali Arora Mar 2016
Broken wings,
Scarred tonight

Tomorrow morning,
Brings another life
Romali Arora Mar 2016
Somewhere deep, inside her soul

She often craved to be complete, to be whole

To be kissed without being judged

To have her bruises loved

Without being hurt.

She prayed to be prayed for

To be sought after

To be longed for

Just for once

She wanted to be, not someone’s leftover or looked down upon

But someone’s one and only one
We all have the innate desire to be loved, to be craved for, to have our wounds and scars kissed, to be longed for. But we often hold on to that feeling and keep it suppressed within, fearing that maybe we are asking for too much and may not be worthy.
Romali Arora Mar 2016
Can I run away
Into hibernation
Or oblivion
From what stands before me
A broken piece of a family
Is it everywhere
Or my home alone
One small family
But all lonely souls?
Romali Arora Mar 2016
And as I try to put myself to sleep tonight
Engulfed by thoughts that burn like light
I see a fire of emotions flare up
It ain't me, but it won't just stop
It gulps me quickly within
And soon I see myself suffocated and struggling
What has become of me
The mirror refuses to acknowledge what I wish to see
A simple girl with scars so many
Waking up to fresh new wounds in plenty
So many accusations
So many allegations
Not a bit of truth to them
What have you made of me?
What has become of me
The mirror refuses to acknowledge what I wish to see
A girl with expectations none
Broken,  but trying to heal everyone
What was it that made you doubt over me
What was it that I failed to give
An unrecognisable face in the mirror
What has become of me
The mirror refuses to acknowledge what I wish to see
I have tried everything to keep you happy.  A girl so scarred, I tried to give you my smile.  But what I have become is not what I am or what I am supposed to be.  And I just realized while healing you I just ended up hurting myself!
Romali Arora Mar 2016
It takes a lot of strength to prove my love

Day in day out

I struggle for some trust

It breaks my heart to see the pain on your face

You have been through so much

It reflects in your veins

I have been through the same crap

Yes, a little different,

But I have fallen too,

In the same trap

A lot of patience and care

Yes I'm nursing it well

But for how long will these fears

surround your heart and mind

for how long

will they hold you from being mine

All the scars, the wounds will have to leave

And one day

when the pain sets you free

that'll be the day you'll completely surrender yourself to me
We have both seen demons and faced them too! Both of us have sunk in troubled waters, gasping for breath. But the way we have dealt with the pain is what separates us from each other. While one bounced back the other was weighed down. But here I am, extending a hand to shoo off your demons and pull you out of the hell you call your haven. And I promise to struggle till the pain sets you free from its wrath.
Romali Arora Jan 2016
You have been hurt
And so have I
The wounds from our pasts
Often come haunting by
The bad memories stuck in our minds
Dreading our hearts
Pulling us behind
But these awful recollections
Can’t decide our fate
For another chance to the relation
Is never too late
There’ll often come a storm
To sweep us off
We might wobble for a little
But it’ll be gone
This is just the beginning
And the way - too long
But I know for sure
We’ll make it till the end
Victorious and strong
Both of us have been hurt. Both of us have gone through a past that has changed us and made us what we are today. But all we need is to shed those inhibitions and move along; for we have a long way to go.
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