Z - Zahra

Image Source

I see your condescending look 

When you see I'm still childless at thirty

I see the pity in your eyes 

When you are quick to judge 

I may decide to have a child or I may not

I may be fighting my own battles 

Or I may be childless by choice 

But your opinion is the last thing I need

Next time you ply me with details of your offspring

Please know that I'm only being polite 

When I listen to things that I can't relate to 

That makes me want to stifle a yawn or two

Sure, it's a miracle of life that you created 

That doesn't mean I have to agree 

Rather than creating miniature versions of you

Make them better, best versions 

Give them the freedom to think 

Of their own without imposing your thoughts

Guide them, but don't stifle 

What does she know, she's not a mother 

I can almost hear you think 

Well, it doesn't matter, does it?

Just like how I never asked for your opinion, 

Yet you still gave me yours

Linking this post to the A to Z Challenge.

Y - Yasmin

Image Source

Her hands are wrinkled and gnarled. There are more streaks of white than grey in what's left of her thin hair. She walks with a slight stoop, a result of too long hours spent bent over the kitchen floor. 

Each day, she waits, for a glimpse of a loved one. Every day she wakes up in hope, never giving up no matter how many days pass by alone in the old age home where she spends with other people her age. People who are discarded casually after use, when looking after them becomes a burden for the children that they love more their life. She does not hold any resentment in her heart, she knows they will come. 

For me, she is beauty; she is strength. She is a warrior, a mother, a grandmother. She is the universe. For me, she is love. 

Linking this post to the A to Z Challenge.

X - Xenia

Image Source

The day you made me yours, I gave you everything. Body and soul. I never held back. Love, illogical, stupid, can't-live-without-you love, did that to me. My grey world was suddenly pink. The flowers smelled a little sweeter, the rain drops on my windowpane told me stories, my words turned into art. 

And when you left, a part of me went missing too. I searched for it everywhere; in the scent of your clothes that you left behind, inside your tea mug, on the couch that still carried the imprint of your body, the books that still bore your handwriting.  

It was only later that I realized that what you robbed me of. It was innocence. I would never trust again. And even when I discovered love a second and even third time, the ghost of your betrayal held me back. All it took was years of tear stained pillows and months of therapy and a bunch of friends that I now call family to feel a little bit like my old self again. 

Linking this post to the A to Z Challenge.

W - Wren

Image Source

my words roaming freely no italics no punctuation no rules in this game what an eye sore you are thinking yes I can feel it but just this once let me be unconventional what I have been scared of surprisingly it feels good to be raw I don't know if I will ever attempt this again just like how some things in life must not be experienced twice it always loses charm the second time you see just like how some books must never be attempted a second time the magic you felt coursing through your veins is maybe a distant memory but one that refuses to fade in a world that follows rules to the dozen let me break free for now at least and in this moment I feel invincible I feel free

Linking this post to the A to Z Challenge.

V - Vaidehi

Image Source

I want to print out the words you have sent me. And allow my fingers to roam freely over them, the way I will never be able to do on your body. I want to feel the ridges and callouses, the indentations and mystery on them, discover it all for myself. For this is probably all I will ever have. Your words on a page. 

But no, I can't even risk that. What if someone sees those words and realize it's all you? That it has always been you. I mustn't. Like so many of secrets that are floating in this world, rocking in coffins, some rotting, shattering like bones, ours too must die a painful death. You have never been one to take risks, playing it safe, not once letting your mask slip. 

Calculated moves. 

We belong in different worlds, hoping to cross over the boundaries seems to me like wishing for the moon when I was a little girl. Our love is forbidden, after all. 

Linking this post to the A to Z Challenge.

U - Udipta

Image Source

Instagram followers - 2,384, Twitter followers - 4,982, Facebook page likes - 20,438. 

Likes and comments in hundreds. Thousands of wishes on her birthday, virtual hugs and kisses. Tap, tap. Moral support for each of her status updates, ego boost for her profile pictures. 

Yet when she lay in the hospital bed, physically hurt and mentally bruised, not one of them turned up except for the couple of people who were not even active on social media. 

Linking this post to the A to Z Challenge.

T - Tara

Image Source

Flitting in the corners of my mind 

In the spaces between your fingers 

Memory glides in, filling in that empty space

A bygone era, good times and bad 

Teaching me something, always 

Yet it's the ghost of the ones gone sour

That haunt me still, keeping me awake

In crowded rooms and on starless nights 

The slimy wet memory that 

Makes you break out in a cold sweat

Or the smile of an old friend 

Lighting you up from inside 

Broken glasses, stained fingers 

Swollen lips, secret letters 

That swing in the corner of our park

Where we used to sit, holding hands 

Let me go back once more 

Experience it all over again 

Even those tears that were spilt 

Just to feel your hands 

Trace those salt tracks on my cheeks...

Linking this post to the A to Z Challenge.

S - Sasha

Image Source

Sasha took a deep drag from the cigarette dangling on her fingertips, inhaling it in, feeling the smoke fill her lungs. Though she called herself the occasional smoker, the need to burn through a packet per day had turned into the norm. 

She liked to blame it on the stress that was eating her up. The constantly criticizing boss at work. The back stabbing friend. The ex who still gave her nightmares. So many reasons. One more toxic than the other. It was funny how it was easier to blame others than own it up herself. 

Life sucked for her, that was how she felt. There would always be one thing or the other going on and she would feel the tingle start to creep up on her and her fingers would involuntarily reach for the pack that she kept on her work desk. 

She raised enough eyebrows as it is with the bold colors she wore and her don't-care attitude. But this time, today, she knew was different. This time, she would try genuinely, for herself. Sometimes, the only person that would stick by your side through it all is yourself. And sometimes, that was enough. 

Linking this post to the A to Z Challenge.

R - Reva

Image Source

I sit down to write and my mind is completely blank. Writer's block, a lazy excuse I read somewhere. So many things I want to say and yet I'm unable to capture the beauty of it the way I want. That's when I think of you. And my words flow...

Your skin smooth like silk, your lips warm and inviting, your arms that crush me against the length of your body. I can write a whole book on the way you make me feel and still find it incomplete. Or maybe I should write a saga on our story. 

There are things I wish to tell you in person, things that I want to say aloud as I look into your eyes. But as always, the words refuse to leave my mouth, getting stuck somewhere in between my throat that I swallow it in haste. 

Would I ever be able to tell you how much you mean to me? Will I ever have the courage to do so? Or will I be labelled as a freak of nature for daring to love you? Just because I'm a woman like you?

Linking this post to the A to Z Challenge.

Q - Qurbani

Image Source

Have you heard the sound of a heart breaking? It's as silent as the first drop of rain on your cheeks. It's as soft as the morning dew under your bare feet when you step outside at dawn, while rest of the world is asleep. 

Heart aches, heart breaks. Does it all feel and sound the same? Is it the sound of melancholy when you sit alone watching the rain pour down? Or is it the deafening silence that replaces the presence of a loved one?

For me, it was the sound of my front door banging shut when you left. It's tremors were felt when I saw you go back to her, the one who broke your heart. It reverberated through my entire body like a physical ache. I knew right at the beginning I could never replace her, but I was there for you, it was the least I could do.

You wanted more, you always did, I was never enough. For you, I was just a friend. You can break my heart all you want, you know I will always welcome you back home when you need me. But tell me one thing, a temporary fixture, was that all I was? A place to linger, but never stay? 

Linking this post to the A to Z Challenge.

P - Pournami

Image Source

Medical or Engineering? 

What would you prefer? 

These were the only options that I was given

What about the arts? 

That's where my passion lies

You can't make a living out of a hobby 

I was admonished, get a proper degree 

Forced to take up a field I had no interest in 

I slogged away for years 

I graduated, got a well paying job 

Worked promptly from 9 to 5

Doing seemingly satisfying work 

But at night I took out my brushes 

And I turned to my passion 

To create, to breathe, to live 

And tried not to notice

 That twinge of regret I felt otherwise...

Linking this post to the A to Z Challenge.

O - Ophelia

Image Source

Things went from bad to worse over a period of few months. True, they had known each other for a long time but tying the knot meant taking on more responsibilities. It meant sharing not just the good things, but the bad stuff as well. 

The blame game started soon after. Egos grew bigger, till they touched the sky. Coming back down to earth seemed almost like an impossible feat. Bank accounts doubled, tripled and the size of their hearts grew smaller and smaller. So small that it was difficult to even find place for the love that they shared initially. 

Until one day, she grew fed up with all the fighting and whispered those magic words, one that neither of them had bothered to utter since the day they had started living together. 

"I'm sorry", Ophelia whispered. 

Maybe it didn't solve all of their problems. Maybe all it did was buy them a little more time. Or maybe, just maybe, they learned to take the first steps together in forgiving each other in a long journey.

Linking this post to the A to Z Challenge.

N - Natasha

Image Source

Look into my eyes when you talk to me 

Keep your phone away, so will I 

Let't talk about things that matter for a change 

Not just the bills to be paid or the outstanding EMI 

Let's go on an impromptu trip 

For old time's sake, couple of clothes and faith

And let's escape reality 

Let's forget there are chores to be done 

And travel to a place where the earth meets the sky

Where the sea has endless waves sweeping us away 

And stay in a cosy place that has no wi-fi 

At night we will read by the fireplace 

Listen to all those albums that we have 

But have been too busy to hear all this while

Those long hikes that we thought we outgrew 

Can we try it one more time?

Take a plunge and try doing things

We have been putting off for a long time 

Ice-cream cones at midnight 

Books that have been piling on our shelves

Try not to think too much 

And let's do this one last time

For you, for me, for us

For what we once were...

Linking this post to the A to Z Challenge.

M - Mikaela

Image Source

You have 10 new notifications. 

The message popped up on her phone screen first thing in the morning. A few likes and comments on her recent picture. After checking and replying to it, she scrolled through her home page and it was soon filled with updates from the various people on her friends list. An old classmate had gotten married and she proudly showed off her marriage pictures. She clicked a like. They had hardly exchanged two words since connecting on social media, but wouldn't it be rude not to even like the picture?

She scrolled down again. A colleague had given birth and the update showed a beaming mother with her hands around a tiny bundle. Again, a like. Scrolling down, more happy pictures. She felt the familiar sense of dissatisfaction creeping upon her. What was she even doing with her life when all around her people seemed to be living their dream lives? She hated herself for thinking the way she did. 

She went to the settings tab on her profile and clicked on the deactivate profile option. Confirm deactivation of account? 

Was she sure? No, she wasn't sure. Social media had helped her in connecting with some of her good friends and keeping in touch with them, it had also given her a voice when she wanted to be heard. But more often than not, her voice got drowned in millions of others and it turned into a disturbing noise, nothing more. She clicked on no and went back to the home screen on her phone and uninstalled the little blue icon there. She was done. And now, maybe she can carry on. Or she could at least try. 

Linking this post to the A to Z Challenge.

L - Lana

Image Source

Doe-like eyes, flawless skin
I was envied for all this and more
I was content, the way I was
Till the day he came along

Told me he loved me
And wouldn't take no for an answer
How dare I spurn his love!
And so he decided to teach me a lesson

I was walking by unsuspecting
When he sprung upon me from a street corner
Throwing what felt like molten lava on my face
A tiny vial of acid was all it took

Sweet revenge for him, a loss of life for me
A life that was blissfully unaware
Of the curve-ball that it was to throw my way
My skin melted, my face and body disfigured

I contemplated ending my wretched life
Where people stared at my face
For all the reasons that I did not want
Pity in their eyes, thanking their stars it's not them

My nemesis walked away free
But it took me many years to break the shackles
Surgery, skin grafts and years of darkness
Was all it took to rebuild my life from scratch

Today, I have started to dream again
Of a life that will be filled with more kindness
One where I may even have a family
He may have poured acid on my skin
But my dreams still remain untarnished..

Linking this post to the A to Z Challenge.

K - Kiara

Image Source

I scribble few lines in my notebook. Scratch out the words that look so out of place in those pages soon after. When it comes to you, I seem to run out of words. How do I describe the way you make me feel? I can write that your smile reminds me of summer rain or that your hands traces maps on mine or the way your skin tastes like sea breeze. But nothing I write will do justice to the way you make me feel. What is a writer to do when this happens? 

You had asked me long back what it was about you that I fell in love with. Today, my darling, I can say that you are the only one that I could never capture perfectly on paper. It's the first time that the ink from my pen failed to match the images imprinted inside my head. And somehow, it doesn't bother me one bit. You remain locked up inside me, my very own secret. A writer's selfishness or a lover's possessiveness? Maybe a bit of both...

Linking this post to the A to Z Challenge. 

J - Jaanvi

Legs spreadeagled, hands tied 

They violate my body with each thrust they make

My tears and snot fall onto my face 

The sack over my head makes me thankful 

That I don't have to see their faces 

In between I black out and this is preferable

Though when I gain consciousness 

It is a burning fire that I feel in between my legs

My body tattered, my soul bruised 

Death would be a warm welcome if it came knocking

But no, they are not done with me 

One by one they take their turns

Mutilating, degrading me bit by bit 

I give up screaming after a while 

My cries only seem to add to their pleasure 

Left to their mercy, they relish the power they have 

On me and my body; whimpering cries 

I soil my clothes and my body is filled with grit and blood

Theirs or mine?

I close my eyes and think of happier times 

A bickering sister, a loving father, a warm mother 

Seemingly so detached now 

The names may change 

But my story remains the same 

Tell me, is it foolish of me to think there is hope for me at all?

P.S. I just finished reading this and I'm beyond disturbed still. May the faceless and nameless Jaanvis in our life get justice. 

Linking this post to the A to Z Challenge. 

I - Iman

Image Source

A throbbing head. Not even half the day was through and already it was making it impossible to concentrate on anything. A couple of phone calls to be made, the bookmark sticking out from in between the pages of the book lying on the bedside table waiting to be read, a new recipe written down hastily to be tried out but she couldn't find it in her do any of those. 

There are days when nothing goes right and this was one of those. Lacking in inspiration and filled with exhaustion. She switched off her mobile, disconnected from the online world and went to sleep. No, there is no epiphany to this story. No out-of-the-blue realization. Sometimes all you need is a good sleep to clear your head. 

Linking this post to the A to Z Challenge. 

H - Heera

Image Source

How is a girl like you going to survive all alone in a foreign country? Don't jump ahead and make conclusions just because of a broken heart. Even if he wasn't the one for you, it doesn't mean that you won't find a nice boy to take care of you...

Take care of her, Heera thought. Why should she wait for somebody else to take care of her? Why sit around waiting when she can go and get her dreams herself? A fresh start was what she had in mind and that's exactly what she did. Packing off and selling all her meager belongings, with just a couple of suitcases of her past life as reminder, she went off to start anew. 

Her name was a synonym for diamond and though she had often found it ironic, this time she made up her mind to shine the brightest. In letting go, she found herself. 

Linking this post to the A to Z Challenge. 

G - Ganga

Image Source

Be careful, my Mom warned me 

I was no longer a little girl 

Nor was I yet a woman 

I could no longer wear shorts

The knee length skirts, they had to go too

No more figure hugging t-shirts 

My breasts were developing you see 

You must stay away from temptation 

I followed all these rules rigidly

Still why was I being passed lewd comments

While walking down the street?

Why the wolf whistles and cat calls?

Weekly once a month I bled and bled 

Impure, I was brandished by all 

Confused by a betraying body 

I turned around me to seek clarity

But again I was told off 

For wanting to know too much

Concentrate on your studies 

Half baked things were fed to my ears

Oh Mom, why didn't you tell me the truth 

Didn't I deserve at least that?

Why did I have to learn it the hard way?

Why did it have to be through an act of betrayal?

That it was the skinny boy that I didn't even like

Showed me what it was to be a woman

That the things he did to me 

Made me feel ashamed than desired

Why didn't you tell me that  

I would wake up screaming for weeks

Or that it would be years before I even begin to heal?

And that my body would never be the same ever again

Why didn't you tell me that there were monsters not under the bed 

But in the corners of our home and street?

Was that what the being careful in your warning meant?

Who is to blame? Is it me or is it you?

Linking this post to the A to Z Challenge.