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Priya May 2018
It doesn't really matter to me
What the world will think of me.
What matter to me is you.
I write, not because i love to.
I write, not because i wanted to.
I write, not because i want some one to hear me.
I write, not because i want to spread an idea.
I write, because i want you to read it.
I write, because i want you to know what i am going through.
I write, because i want you to know what is going inside me.
I write, because i want you to know what you are to me.....
Priya May 2018
I hate it when you go silent all of a sudden.
I hate to observe, how the length of our conversation shorten day by day.
You are so busy in your own world that you don't have even time for me.
You were and you still are my world.
Whenever there is a text, i hope it's from you.
Whenever my phone rings, i pray i get to hear your voice from the other side.
Whenever i laugh, it reminds me of all the time that we have spent together.
Whenever i cry, it reminds me of all those tears which you have dried.
Whenever i look back at my past, i see memories........
Our memories.......
They are still holding me, governing my actions......they are still there by my side.
Everything, every place, every face from those memories is almost the same except for you.
You have somehow moved on leaving me behind with that hollow promise of never leaving me. ......
Priya Mar 2018
Tired and exhausted, here I sit
Thinking of the things that have changed today.
M Still confused, why it happened to her.
She has lost everything today.  Everything.
Her childish smile, carefree looks, innocent eyes.
Everything.
It’s lost now.
Her once sparkling eyes are lifeless now,
There she is sitting with a heavy heart,
Like soulless a creature.
Though she has not died physically
But her soul, her purity, her charms, her senses are taken away of her.
She is still pondering what her fault was.
Why that filthy looking creature who she has once considered her uncle
Had touched her.
Why he kissed her like that.
Her once gleaming eyes are now clouded with tears.
Her pride has been shaken.
It seems as if the man’s touch has taken everything that once belonged to her.
She is still wondering why she wasn’t able to react to that man.
Why this was done to her.
She took him to be a father like a figure
And he tried to destroy her pride.
That small girl, who has not turned even sixteen until now
Is surrounded with darkness
Wondering why she was so soft then
Even after knowing whatever is happening is wrong.
She could have called out for help but all she did was,
She sat there mindlessly…….
It wasn’t that she was illiterate a child,
No, she was quite educated a girl.
She had knowledge about the actions that could have been taken.
Yet, she sat there lifelessly….
Angry, no she wasn’t angry
For she knew it was not man’s fault
But it was her fault that she had allowed him so far
She was quite, I guess because she would have been taught to be polite,
To be quite and to behave nicely
For she was born a girl.
She is not suppose to speak out loud
Even if something wrong happens to her
After all she is a girl…..

But yes, indeed some things have changed today
Some emotions took shape in her…some feelings born and some died...
Anger and hate toward men had born
And that small girl of sixteen with gleaming eyes and huge bright smile has died….
She is no more...
The one who replaced her is stronger than ever.
She knows how to speak out loud.
She has learnt that verbally abusing the one
Who is sexually abusing you is better an alternative.
She has learnt to be bold enough to stand against society...
But still emptiness and darkness is there
Somewhere within her
Prevailing continuously
And will keep growing forever…
For her soul has been shattered today……..

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