Posted in #life, And she was left only with shattered dreams, Betrayals, Challenges, Hechicera, How to take care of ur relationships, Human Rights, Just Like That from the Justice Lady, lessons, Let me breathe atleast now, Mirage in the Mist, Philosophy, wisdom

Right here, right now. Go. Leave. Reinvent.

You’re allowed to leave any story you don’t find yourself in. You’re allowed to leave any story you don’t love yourself in.

You’re allowed to leave a city that has dimmed your light instead of making you shine brighter, you’re allowed to pack all your bags and start over somewhere else and you’re allowed to redefine the meaning of your life.
You’re allowed to quit the job you hate even if the world tells you not to and you’re allowed to search for something that makes you look forward to tomorrow and to the rest of your life.

You’re allowed to leave someone you love if they’re treating you poorly, you’re allowed to put yourself first if you’re settling and you’re allowed to walk away when you’ve tried over and over again but nothing has changed.

You’re allowed to let toxic friends go, you’re allowed to surround yourself with love, and people who encourage and nurture you. You’re allowed to pick the kind of energy you need in your life.

You’re allowed to forgive yourself for your biggest and smallest mistakes and you’re allowed to be kind to yourself, you’re allowed to look in the mirror and actually like the person you see.

You’re allowed to set yourself free from your own expectations.

We sometimes look at leaving as a bad thing or associate it with giving up or quitting, but sometimes leaving is the best thing you can do for yourself.
Leaving allows you to change directions, to start over, to rediscover yourself and the world. Leaving sometimes saves you from staying stuck in the wrong place with the wrong people.

Leaving opens a new door for change, growth, opportunities and redemption.

You always have the choice to leave until you find where you belong and what makes you happy.

You’re even allowed to leave the old you behind and reinvent yourself.

Author: Rania Naim

Posted in And she was left only with shattered dreams, Betrayals, hindi, lessons, Love, Relationships, romance, Uncategorized

प्यार नही था तो बोल देते

One of the most heart-wrenching words I have come across in recent times.. Perhaps, a popular actor who recently left the world would have these in his mind.. for sure.


*प्यार नही था मुझसे तो एक बार बोल देते मुझे तुम,,,,,,

*यू सरे आम बदनाम तो ना करते फिरते मुझे तुम,,,,,,,,

* पहले ही बोला था दिल के साथ मेरे कभी खेलना नही तुम,,,,,,,

*प्यार नही होगा जिस दिन मुझसे तुम्हे ,,,,,,,

*बता ही देना उस दिन मुझे तुम,,,,,,

*यू सरे आम बदनाम तो ना करना मुझे तुम,,,,

*प्यार नही था मुझसे तो एक बोल देते मुझे तुम,,,,,

*यू सरे आम बदनाम तो ना करते मुझे तुम,,,,

*यू दिल तोड़ते ना मेरा तुम,,,,,

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Posted in And she was left only with shattered dreams, Betrayals, Uncategorized, Verses n Rhymes, walk into the woods

Romancing the Pain

sad_woman_4k_8kI have known it for years now
The pain – numbing pain, stubborn
I never want to see it ever
But it just doesn’t go away, stubborn
Now I know it’s found home
In my heart, in my body as its own
The pain seeps into each cell of my body
Like the blood that runs in its veins
Taking residence in every nook and cranny
Like it will never leave me again
But I now know, it’s a small baby
It can’t comprehend the ache it causes
I now know what needs to be done
It needs, like me, love and compassion
It needs, like me, to matter to someone
For when I begin romancing the pain,
I can see it diminish again
For when I began romancing the pain,
I began to feel anew again
The pain – it’s a lonely child
Abandoned, ignored, hated, rebuked,
The pain – it’s a lonely child
A grave testimony of life’s strife
Everyone hates it, no one wants it
So it grows bigger, larger than everyone
All it needs is to be acknowledged
So it can dissipate and be gone
For when I began romancing the pain,
I began to feel whole again.

Posted in And she was left only with shattered dreams, Betrayals, lessons, Love, questions, Relationships, Togetherness, Verses n Rhymes

Meri awaaz suno

Sab saath hain phir bhi akeli hoon

Meri awaaz suno, main tumko pukaar rahi hoon

Tu saat toh hai par kahan hai

Meri awaaz suno, main pukaar rahi hoon

Mujhe aise mat kar tabaah,

Main mom ki gudiya jaisi hoon

Na jala mujhe main pighal kar tabaah ho rahi hoon

Meri awaaz suno, main tumko pukaar rahi hoon

Na kar woh jo sabne kiya hai mere saath

Main bikhar kar toot rahi hoon

Meri awaaz suno, main tumko pukaar rahi hoon

Meri aansuon pe khada kiya hai avyay ko tumne

Kahan tak jayega yeh main dekh rahi hoon

Meri awaaz suno, main tumko pukaar rahi hoon

Sapne dikhakar tod rahe ho, yeh jaan lena

Har aansu ka hai hisaaab yeh jaan lena

Meri awaaz suno, main tumko pukaar rahi hoon

In aansuon ko rok lo, teri tabaahi dekh rahi hoon

Meri awaaz suno, main tumko pukaar rahi hoon

Meri awaaz suno, main tumko pukaar rahi hoon

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When the light becomes ‘blinding’

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A ray of light, they say, is a real hope giver

When in darkness, they say, look for the ray of light

It’s within you, they say, the light’s within you

A single ray of light is enough, they say, just one

When darkness doesn’t perish years of loneliness

The desire to experience one tight hug, just one

The longing to be the one for someone,

That one kiss, that one touch, a caress of passion

And suddenly, there is so much of light,

So much happiness that you feel it’s untrue

But you are so blinded, so blinded by that light

That you couldn’t see the cliff in front of you

It came, the fall that was inevitable

From darkness straight into blinding light

Even the dead see a beautiful shining light, I have heard

Even the dead, even the dead.





Posted in #EndViolence, And she was left only with shattered dreams, Betrayals, Challenges, Flame of Peace, Human Rights, I see eyes that are cold, unfair

Abuses will soon become facts

Disclaimer: Please read with an open mind. Healthy debate is acceptable, feud and disrespect is not.


Day After day, we keep hearing new stories about men abusing, raping, torturing and killing women in India. The extent of frustration is so high that anything, any damn thing with a vagina works for them. Sensationalizing news has now become routine. That which once was considered shameful, obnoxious and inhuman is today so commonplace that we don’t blink an eyelid anymore.

Every rape gets its share of primetime in news channels and print media and these days, online news sites, for a couple of days and vanishes into the throes of dark oblivion.

Every single scream curdles my blood. How do i hear it? Can’t you?

Can’t you hear the screams emerging from the depths of these news stories? How can you not hear them?

A goat? A g.o.a.t?

How in God’s name can the beast hurt a goat like that?

There has to be a line drawn somewhere. Somewhere, by somebody. Law died a shameful death the day Vishakha died. Government never did have a conscience anyways… Neither this one, nor the erstwhile one.

My concern is not that a goat lost her life too. My concern is that it doesn’t matter who it is, Vishakha, Asifa, the numerous infants put to brutal deaths after being “had”, it just doesn’t matter who it is.


They will push stuff for pleasure into anything and everything. One day will come when the MCs and BCs will no more be called abuses.

The way we are headed, it’s only gloom for the female community in India. As long as lawyers defend perpetrators, we are headed for the gallows.

As long as juveniles get away with adult-like crimes citing their age, we are headed for the gallows.

As long as we don’t legalize prostitution, men will keep forcing themselves on women and robbing them of their modesty.

Prostitution was illegalized by prejudiced minds that couldn’t see dignity in consensual sex. By minds who had no idea that this would unleash horny savage beasts on the roads, in buses, in temples and animal shelters, with uncontrollably raging hormones that will destroy everything to bits, and kill their prey so that there is no voice against them.

Recently, Sonu Nigam came out in the open and put forth his PoV that prostitution should be legalized and there should be compulsory sex education in schools. I finally found a reason to respect him!!

I seriously believe that is part answer to this problem. India has mostly been a conservative country and people are still living in old age days, where women are forced to cover their faces, where honor killing still exists and women are looked upon as submissive creatures in a patriarchic society.

Looking down upon prostitution is sadly a very orthodox way of deeming it an undignified profession. Why? Why can’t we change our mindsets and see it as a profession which involves a great deal of hard work and give it the dignity it deserves? Trafficking is crime – prostitution is just another job.

I am aware of the sensitivity of this subject – however, someone needs to raise a voice. Someone needs to start talking somewhere.

How will these rapes end?

Posted in And she was left only with shattered dreams, Relationships


And she was left, only with shattered dreams…

“Chandni!!! Chandni!!! Where are you?”
“Ma, Coming!”
She was destiny’s child. Blessed with quintessential looks, fair skin, ethereal beauty and talents that scared the wits out of normal girls, Chandni was one in a million. And she was a dreamer.
Twelve years old when she made her first tea, she thought of how she’d make tea for her husband… the person who would be chosen to be her life partner by her parents. She saw what marriage did to people; her parents’ love and respect towards each other placed an unconditional faith in her heart upon the institution of marriage.
And she dreamt of having the same kind of life… one that everyone would envy. A marriage that would bring a good name for her parents. The crazy teens went by faster than the eye blinked, and she grew up to be a lovely lass. She had silent admirers in college, and her friends swore by her soft nature.
Her best friend told her, “I’d have swept you away & married you, had I been a boy. So much of a good person you are, that I wish… if I ever had a daughter, she should be like you. You are special, the way you speak, the way you even do little things, tells me how soft a person you are. I tell everyone that you are different. There can be no one like you.”
Chandni never looked out for friends throughout her life. Her nature attracted many friends. A classmate told her once, “Chandni, I like you. I want to be your friend. No conditions, no strings attached. I am not looking for a friendship from you in return. Just let me be your friend.” And this girl went on to be Chandni’s friend for a long long time to come.
Chandni’s family was strict about the no friends policy. And she never betrayed them. She’d always make sure that family came first in all respects. Whenever she had to choose between the two, it’d always be family. Her friends (all girls, invariably) never minded that, for they knew that this is how it was going to be… afterall, Chandni was different. She worked from home, because her parents wanted her to comply with the conservative community standards. She moulded herself to every whim of her family. What she earned went on her younger brother’s medical expenses. (He needed assistance because he had a mediacal problem in which the mind grew slower than the rest of his body.. like a child’s mind entrapped in an adult’s body.)

And a dreamer that she was, Chandni would always weave loving dreams of having a ‘happy’ family. She wanted to have a partner who’d be a son for her parents too… as much as she’d be a daughter to his parents. After all the perfect examples that she had seen around her, she wished in her heart that such a person existed and that God would give her just that. She did not desire anything else.

Chandni wipes out the sweat from her forehead and thinks back to that day when the cool summer breeze blowing on the beach caressed her tresses and she had held her brother’s hand with a dream that she would never forget her family… that she would always take care of him and mom n dad and that his medical problem would always be her responsibility.
She knew that even after she married, she had to take care of him.
The pressure cooker’s shrill whistle snaps her out of her reverie. Today… she is but a home maker. She found a lot of happiness in her new home. Everyone cared for her and loved her a lot. But in all senses, she was made to give up work, and with that, all her hopes of supporting her family went down the drain. Her father managed to do well, and tried to pacify her, saying that she had to give herself completely to her new family. That.. life was like that. That.. she had to accept that. That.. he would make sure not to leave any stone unturned for his son’s medical bills.
As for her, that was not the only problem she faced. She was facing regression. Where, as a bright child, she always excelled her own genius, now she was reduced to doing endless household chores. She loved doing them, of course but the routine was getting at her… making her dull and lifeless. She craved for somechange, a little progress… something that’d make her feel better about herself. She used to paint when she was young, she’d write poetry, she’d crochet, she was an established writer. Her fiddling fingers could never ever stay free… she always had to do something that would create art. Where had all that gone?
She picked up a paper & a pen, and started writing…

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