Distance is magical

Distance is a magical wand. It can bring people closer or can push them away with a thrust. The main thought to ponder upon is whether it is rightful to have a relation directly proportional to distance. If you are in front of each other then it is fine to discuss things face to face and just sort things out and continue happily.On the contrary if you are in a long distance relation then all your hopes after a fight crash down to cold silence on calls.Then it all comes down to cutting off and in worst case scenario : breaking up.
But if again you happen to come across each other then the old sparks ignite and everything seems so normal as if both are back to phase one.
The main question is whether this next time is really worth giving a try.
Distances do miracles. They change our thinking and perceptions drastically. So beware of the rush of emotions because distance is magically doing its job.

Knitted and Torned

She was not allowed to talk to guys cuz they were all devils,
Her parents feeded it in her mind as it was the norm for a family with no son,
She caved herself inside a box with the boundaries holding signs of no entry,
Had she ever known it was not her destiny to stay like this forever.
The girl was accustomed to chat and hang out with guys as it was in the ‘Y’ generation,
Was she right or wrong was to be decided by her own experiences,
Then why was it that she had to hid herself every-time, every meet she had with him,
Why was she the one to lie about where she has been all this while,
And why was it only her who has to live with a shady scarf around her face,
Even though it was the 21st feminist century as they said.

Once she had what all it takes to speak up her mind,
She held her guts up with all the courage and faced the patriarchy,
She up-fronted them and told about all the hidden facts she had hold all this while,
She took the step first this time and removed the scarf,
She glowed in that truth so bright that even the patriarchy held his head down.
But this was not her victory.

She fell down again when that truth left her half empty,
Had she known that the truth was just a mere moment of trust and that too just from her side,
She felt betrayed with zero level of guarantee,
She wore that scarf again and hid herself behind her mistakes,
She was not allowed to make that mistake.

The patriarchy mocked and bit her back,
Had she ever known that this was decided the day she was born,
She was not the jewel of a crown but the thread of a yarn,
Her destiny was to be knitted not by her own hands but by the patriarch,
If she ever tried to create her own mesh then she would be un-stitched and poked in the wounds,
She would be shaped and designed again and sold to the selected customer.

She was chosen to be knitted and stitched and un-stitched and turned and knitted again,
But she was not allowed to chose the design,
She was just allowed to breathe till she could held it all in,
And provide warmth to the one chosen by the patriarch.

Late night thoughts..

The hand which I thought was just for me, 
Was actually extended for every other person. 
The care which I thought was just for me, 
Was actually in his trait to be showered with no reason. 
He is a good person by heart and I fell for his goodness, 
But how would I know that this one sided thing was leading me to darkness. 
I was living in my own world with him in my imaginations, 
He had no idea why was I acting all weird all of a sudden in retaliation. 
Yes I started being stupid with ignoring him and avoiding all sort of contact, 
It was my biggest mistake as I pushed him away and it was obvious for him to react. 
I distanced us completely and messed it up all, 
I could never tell him what all was going on in my heart and soul. 
Maybe he knew or maybe not I could never know, 
All I had were my feelings left inside of me and will never show. 
Some things are better left unsaid as people have prejudices, 
I believe in silent love now as only I have to deal with the consequences.

Fighting back....

I was supposed to live and not just breathe,

I was supposed to love and not just have a deal,

Things have changed so much in a flash,

Memories have fainted, only tears to stash,

My thoughts are all crumbled, unable to express,

I was supposed to be a writer not a depress.

Every human soul is half without its consort,

Every human heart wanders to resort,

One stop, one place, one shoulder to rest,

Make peace with myself is what I did best.

Emotions may rush, memories may flashback,

Some places may remind, some mementos may pull back,

I do not pull down my sails when the wind is strong,

I fight back stronger only when I am not wrong.

I was born a daughter, a sister, a friend,

I will leave behind a legacy with souvenir of my trails with no end.