I stand strong doesn't mean I never fell.
I see life doesn't hint that I never acknowledge death.
You see my smile but not my hidden scars,
You hear me laugh but never my wails.
You see what eyes can perceive and you end up judging.
"Look, how she smiles", you say and twitch your face.
The plain white saree I adorn, is the canvas where I
plan to paint hues of life.
I will paint it pink and even red
And let you mock and slay .
I will trample your hatred with a fiersome laughter,
I will tread on your dreams
Never soft, always fierce.
You will dread me someday,
You will eat your hatred and gulp your venom.
That very day you would know what it takes to be a woman.
That very day , I shall have one good laugh.
"My love is enough for both of us", she often felt those words ring in her heart. She finally had understood that life wouldn't always follow her designs. That people are meant to leave but their memories won't. She often had wondered how someone could love her to such an extent when that person had always known that she wouldn't reciprocate those feelings. How could a person stand by her when she always acted as a fleeting shadow. She never had given hope for she knew the pain of dejection but he kept hoping like a hopeless vagabond. How she wished that he would some day hate her enough to let go. She devised ways to free him from this web, she acted cold, turned indifferent, did everything he detested and she finally saw some changes. It was a relief, he finally seemed to take hold of his life. She could see him grow responsible. He finally it seemed was learning to love himself. Phone calls died, meetings subsided, they become known strangers. All this while ...
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