Need of the hour- self quarantine

Need of the hour- self quarantine . Please don’t take this casually. Think about others first . Your self quarantine will help stem the spread of the deadly corona . Let’s not be selfish n think we are indispensable. This is something very serious . Nothing will come to an end . We will still have time provided u take precautions. Keep calm # stay safe# pray# but use your common sense too-

A new beginning

She waited for him every single moment. Would they ever meet again. Would life ever cross their paths again. Life kept moving on . Her phases kept changing. Just when she had decided to marry n give another chance to someone unknown . There he stood in front of her. Waiting to be hugged by her. She was torn between her heart n mind. Turned away from him. The urge grew stronger. I'm the end the heart won over. Destiny smiled . The sky's opened up with joy. Drenched In his love they made a new beginning 😊

Beautiful, incomplete n broken😊

As I stood on the mountain looking at the picturesque world laid out at my feet. The creator's genius. When I reflected back n looked at the puzzle called life. I only kept thinking of how he had taken away the main part of the puzzle .At every phase my the puzzle stayed incomplete . The pieces kept missing . Today as I stand at the junction of life to complete my puzzle. I didn't realise over the years my puzzle just has very few pieces left. Yet here I marvel at the genius of the creator. Some puzzles he made it to perfection n some left broken to perfection. Yet still the beauty of the creator the genius.    Beautiful, incomplete n broken😊

Ode to a battered woman

Ode to a battered woman. I stood alone , scarred battered n torn. Torn in heart , soul. My individuality shred to pieces. Inflicted by countless wounds. I shed tears of blood. But I could only see coldness n brutality. My family wanted their name n standing to be undeterred . My husband wanted his chauvinism to be at the forefront. A slave to traditions. Devoid of love n emotions. When I stood to fight in society to fight alone. I was called the bad one. The patriarchal system of ages was more rampant. Men , family n society they passed judgement without a hearing. The misery of a battered , scarred woman. When I looked at death. He was a true friend. Refused to take me along. Urged me to fight n I fought for all those countless women, unseen face n when I won the battle. I could see the traditions of ages freed n breathing a sigh of relief