I stand before you…
Bare…
From head to toe…
My most sensitive mark
Visible to your naked eye.
I’ve traveled a long distance…
From Alexandria…
To Madrid…
From Wellington…
To Montreal.
And I find myself…
In the center of this circus…
Parched…
Exhausted…
And stripped away of my identity…!
You now stand before me…
And question my integrity.
You question my relationships.
And you raise a finger on my love.
The world around me…
Seems to know exactly how to maneuver me into a dark den
What they forget is that I’m guided by my own light.
You waltz in my life…knowing my weakness…
And decide to dictate me my flaws…
What you don’t realize is that my flaws make me strong.
While you are busy playing superficial…
I actually have people around whom I love dearly.
You obviously believe I’m not good enough…
I cannot be trusted…
And I am not like her.
What you forget in all of your verdicts…
That it was I…
Who held your hand…
When the world around you collapsed…!
It was I…
Who made you believe in yourself…
But now you are counting of all the ways…
I could do better.
I am done answering people.
I’m done trying to keep you happy.
You keep reminding me you have a hundred better options.
Well, I don’t want to be the 101 anymore.
This is it…
If you abuse me…
If you suspect me…
If you cannot accept me with all my imperfections…
Then It’s best to say our goodbyes…
No relationship can survive…
If one is adamant on changing the other.
I’m sure your new girl…
Will keep you very happy.
She will take care of sugar in your tea…
Clean your drawer…
Answer your mail…
Make you dessert…
Organize your planner…
Reschedule your meetings…
Jog your memory…
Purchase your medicines…
Iron your shirt…
Do your balance sheet …
Make you a mix CD
Wish you at midnight…
Count your kisses and pay back with interest…
And even read you the morning newspaper…
But hold on…
Why would she do that…
She is the one you love…
Not someone who LOVES YOU.
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JUST ME…
From the pastel picture unfolding before my eyes…
To dark smoky rays of your existence…
From the morning’s fresh air…
To the dewdrops that moisten my skin…
I’m just flesh and blood.
From the quiet hour before the dawn…
To the bustling city sunset…
From the frosted glass cabins…
To the late hours in the empty halls…
I’m just a paid employee.
From all the failures in math…
To all the achievements in science…
From all the medals on the mantle…
To all the certificates bearing dust…
I’m just a student.
From all the times you shared…
To all the times we stood hand in hand…
From all the classroom gossip…
To all the unconditional trust…
I’m just a friend.
From the endless expectations…
To all the times I stood quiet in respect…
From all the praises…
To all the times I suppressed my wishes…
I’m just a daughter.
From all the late night hot chocolate…
To all the Disney movies…
From all the dirty little secrets…
To monthly allowances.
I’m just a sister.
From all the love stories…
To all the bangles on my dresser…
From all the winter night readings…
To all the bags that adorn my shoulders…
I’m just a girl.
From the peach blush on my cheeks…
To the deep kohl in my eyes….
From the fragrant henna on my hands…
To the chorus of my glass bangles…
I’m just a bride.
From the day you said I do…
To all the nights you held me tight…
From all the sacrifices in the name of love…
To all the rewards of silence…
I’m just a wife.
From all the eating for two…
To all the times of searing pain…
From the time I heard the first cry…
To the day of his graduation…
I’m just a mother.
From hot turbulent roiling fragments of my mind
To the time I’m filled with images spreading slowly across a blank page…
From when I try so hard to contain them, rein them back…
To the words that temper my emotions…
I’m just a writer.
That’s right…
Above all…
I’m a writer…
Poised, ink ready to flow…
Like blood through my veins…
Warmth, truth, bits and pieces of my life…
Waiting to blaze across these blank white pages…
My words…
Struggle against my will…
Each one taunting me…
Pleading with me to be set free…
They chide me…
“Be real, be honest…
Be brave, be bold,
Dare to write who and what we are.”
And when I listen to them…
And release my inner self…
I melt into the earth, vanish…
Only to be reborn again from the ashes…
And I am stronger than before…
Beautiful words, you have set me free…
Free to be who I really am…
Just me…
A writer…!!!