The Cliche

is anyone else disgusted by the enormity of their desire or is it just me & richard siken

Sometimes I feel like I am the one who is the villain. Because everyone else cannot be lying. They all eventually leave me behind. My friends,they all leave me at some point. What do I do or do not do?

Me at every minor inconvenience:

My bad, I thought it was something special. But you’re just being kind. Sorry that I took it differently.

GREEN WITH ENVY

And today I repent my loss

I wail, thinking about the future scenarios

What will I do when I see him with his lover?

The same old thing.

I'll be green with envy

Imagine myself in her place

Think about all the things she has which I don't posses

All things which made him choose her instead of me

I'll downgrade myself

Let go of the last string of the self esteem keeping me intact

And commit the crime of comparing myself with her

Whenever I'll see him, I'll see her in him

Whenever I'll see her, I'll see myself in her

Even if I move on

I'll still shed tears over something which could have been possible

Once again I'll bleed silently over the thoughts of mere possibility.

Dont let our boats sink!

___Vaishnavi Khatal 🌻

Often I vehemently conceive

What sin I performed

That I was given a birth of a woman

A birth which accompanies

Such hardships

So much of criticism

Such pain

Such tyranny

Forced enslavement

Ohh the subjugation

Dont forget the cruelty and injustice

Partiality and many more GIFTS

Gifts which I didn't wish for

Gifts which i dont want to perceive

Whatever i do

I'm not enough

Was never enough

Will never be enough

The fact that we give life to this world

Is consigned to oblivion

The story of every girl is different

Yet so same

For the storyline maybe varying

They possess the same core

Same torture, same crying

Same suppression

With different characters

Actors

Directors

And producers

The story is heart wrenching

Yet unvoiced

If voiced, two possibilities

It gains too much popularity initially

Then forgotten forever

Or

It gets thrashed in the dark room

Locked by speculation, family ,friends ,criticism,alligations , you name it and it's there

Light of the ancestral lamp,

We would never be

Whatever we achieve

We are rotten in the houses of our husbands

May you be a prime minister of the nation

Serve to your counterparts

Not because you want to

Because it's our tradition

Tradition my foot

A tradition which obliges women

To be a servant

To be a maid

To be a punching bag

To be only a fucking device

To forget about her emotions

To live only for your husband

And never for yourself!??

When we the young women

Raise our voices and dare to rebel

We are honoured with such "wonderful" words

I dont have to tell you

Rather I choose not to tell !

They try to suppress us

But we are resilient

If not

We should thrive to be resilient

We are floating in the same boats

And if any day

Our boats are sinking

We jump right into the water to save ourselves

Not waiting for some man to rescue us

We should learn how to swim in the masses of folks who dont value us

We should learn to swim so that we are not dependent on the society of hypocrites

And if possible dont let our boats sink !

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All the folks out there share it with your lovely friends

All love💌

Yours ,

Khatal.

oh to be loved, to be adored, to be obsessed over, to be noticed, to be heard, to be touched, to be desired

I want to send you letters darling. But I can't. I want to shower you with my affection but I can't. I want to kiss away all your worries but I can't.

Anyone wanna... ya know 👀

...🙈...

Go book shopping, then have a picnic in the park and read our new books under a nice shady tree?