a memory wrapped its cold, rough hands
around my throat, squeezing it tightly.
as I tried to walk away, the memory
stuck its foot out, blocking my path.
I could only muster a pitiful squeak
as I fell face first onto the ground,
and the memory fell on top of me,
effectively holding my body hostage.
its hands were still on my throat,
but it was invisible to everyone else.
they only saw me fall to the ground.
they asked me what was wrong,
but I did not have air that could
breathe life into the powerful words
that were begging to leave my mind.
a sheet of paper suddenly appeared
underneath my right palm,
and a pencil rolled my way.
I gripped the sturdy pencil with
every ounce of strength I still had,
steadying the paper with my wrist,
and I wrote the words I couldn't say
so they would stop begging to leave,
even as the memory gripped my throat.
as I kept writing, I noticed the memory
stopped feeling as heavy on my body.
it was getting ****** into the paper.
it resisted at first, but after a while,
the memory slowly let go of me
and relaxed into the pencil marks.
when I had no more words left,
I picked myself up off the ground,
placed the pencil above my ear,
took the paper, hugged it to my chest,
and walked away with a smile on my face.

She gave life ,
She is a wife ,
She is a mother,
She is a friend,
She is a sister with whom all the secrets are safe to the end.
She is strong, smart, sensual, caring, giving, surviving, tolerant and powerful.
She is a woman,
She sometimes do swallows her pride bcoz of her children's happiness putting her feelings aside.
She is a gentle and sweet person who cheers people up whenever they're feeling down.
She is a class clown that gives people reasons to smile everyday.
She can sacrifice her smile and happiness bcoz of her loved ones.
She is that power to whom we have given the name goddesses shakti, kali, bhawani e. t. c.
Her power can't be able to defined in words.
She is someone so beautiful from her heart's ♥ .
She is not only beautiful from outer side but she have beautiful talents.
she is so sweet as sugar, cold as ice, hurt her once and she will break you twice .
She is so sweet and soft as per situation but she can become hard as stone and sour as bitter gourd as per the situation also.

curl up into a ball but don’t cry
wear your favourite night gown and make yourself a cuppa
remember the time he stabbed you in the back?
yep that’s why we’re sleeping alone
what arouses your appetite?
we never have to taste that bitterness again
I’ve made up my mind
theres no space in my heart
For you, or anyone to own
A lovely warm cinnamon candle burns on my bedside table
we’re even warmer feeling that we can be our own provider
Play my favourite music, never have to listen to your **** again hah
my heart needed healing it’s a blessing I have to stay at home
it’s safe to say
yep we’re finally moving on💖

Your echoing footfalls,
they broke up my soil.
My mind now is nourished,
my thoughts now are fruitful.
Where it’s shady and windy
I shall grow by myself.

Yeah,
         I was in that moment,
When the small space around me

Nurtured the esteem in me,

       Breeding under the shade,

Waiting to knock down

The gates of my insecurities,

Feeding on hope ,it grew

an astonishing being it became,

the eyes that made her notice me

The fragrance that lead her

Into my hands.

You are my everything.

You are the embodiment of purity.

Nature brought you to life through happiness, and beautifully constructed out of  love! ❤️

You are everything and all that life on this glorious planet, desire in human!