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8 Things an Ex-lover should know

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i.
I don't believe anything would go forward with someone. Now. Not even with you.

ii.
Tell my friends it was all my fault. All mine. Believe the same. I can never put you down infront of them, atleast.

iii.
Sometimes, when I break, you're the one I get reminded by. No matter, what.
I am yet to figure out, whatever you do; damage or heal.

iv.
I crave for your warmth so bad that when he whispers in my ear, I cringe.
Go home and comfort myself, he won't leave unlike you.

v.
It does sound poetic to hit an ex-lover after 5-6 years down the lane, but trust me it's not.
I would rather prefer killing myself before that.

vi.
Leaving you, I thought, would take away the burden off my chest, but it didn't.
Not, for you were pretty good.
You were not.
Now whenever I try to find comfort in him all I am left in is grief and anxiety about him, leaving me.

vii.
They say it's a lesson. Learn it and thank them.
I put my time in. You let it all go wasted.
Made me think it was all my fault. still.
I don't thank you. Not at all.

viii.
If you ever miss me, someday. Keep it with yourself.
That's the best you can do to spare my shredded heart.
So, please!



By Muskan Tulsani
India

An Anonymous Confession #1

My mum is my harshest critic. When I saw my friends being showered with compliments by their mothers, “You are the apple of my eye”, all I got was, “When will you start dressing up like a girl.”
For years I thought she would never understand me, neither my love for books nor my fascination towards writing. She would crinkle her nose every time I picked a men’s Tee instead of a tank top. I would play Nirvana at the top volume and she would yell at me “What nonsense you listen to”. I grew up believing she disliked me and wished for someone else. But bad luck mum, you got stuck with me. I still like you though, when I’m not indifferent to you.
For years I saw you pouring your affections at my brother, even when he yelled at you and when I wiped away your tears. You never saw me. Or you did and thought, “Meh she’s okay. But where art thou my son?” Was it the chauvinistic society that changed the way you think, isn’t a mother supposed to feel love unconditionally?
I woke up at my 18th birthday, not expecting anything really, don’t know how you found out the book I had been wanting or the diary I craved to write in. You secretly knew how much I loved old Hindi songs, and somehow my playlist was on repeat. You told me, “I’m the luckiest mother alive to have a daughter like you.” I swear I wanted to break down and cry.
I don’t know what changed between all those years and now. Maybe you finally looked at the corner of your eye. But I am glad for those secret smiles we share now. I am glad to have a part of you all to myself.

By Alex

An Anonymous Confessor

Relationship Status: Mamma's Child

You showed me the sunrays,
One November morning
You became a mother
And gave me moments of life.
Filled me with love,
When I cried and cried,
Cuddled me to ecstasy.
I knew the safest zone of your adorable lap.....
I became my mamma's child.
Huddled to your loving love,
Spread my wings on your
Myriad strokes.....
Heard from you stories of past and present......
Trained at your finishing school,
Brought your reference everywhere,
Under your warmth, I grew
With ideals, no shadow
To be a woman of substance
Yet am pranked.......
To be mamma's child,
For my love unconditional!
I saw in you a double parent,
A bearer of my woes,
A knight in shining armour,
A king who taught me to rule,
A rebel who transcended
The boundaries if gender.
My upbringing was your sole criterion
When papa rode to Heaven.
Tender joys of yours...
Sacrificed for my well- being,
I saw in you a workaholic;
A zest to live life with a
New everyday.......
You have never greyed
In the school of learning,
Challenges that I overcame,
Exclusively through you
Yet the unworthy child of yours,
Should have rewarded more...
Beg pardon, still trying
To pen down my thoughts---
Humble tribute to the unparalled
Anchor of my life's shore,
'RELATIONSHIP STATUS: MAMMA'S CHILD'.

By Payel Ganguly

       

Granted

And so you travelled in a light ray and pierced through my core finding your way from a created creator, for you knew you will be a flawless mirror of all of the feminine that I nurtured all my living moments!
You moved with the strength of an ace swimmer through fjords and abysses of waterways that reeked of life giving blood. There was something you had to achieve and fulfill.
My womb, the field of your dreams that I fed as nine moons visited. There you saw yourself blossom a star unique. I shone bright through days and nights of anticipation . You had to gather and sort a part of me you wanted for yourself and look at you now!
Radiant in your challenge having been met! Now twenty nine years .
You have given birth to me and a mother did I become!
Only you could . It was in the plan .
All I ever wanted was a girl. You granted me that.

By Geethanjali Dilip

India

मातृत्व

 अँधेरी रात में एक रौशनी सी जगमगाई..

छम छम करती एक नन्ही आवाज़ ई..

“क्या कुसूर था माँ मेरा..

जो न तूने अपनाई’

क्या कुसूर था मेरे बचपन का’

जो तूने है ठुकराई |”

सुन कर ये आवाज़ माँ चौकी,

आँखों में आंसू आयी,

शब्दों के फेरे में खुद को,

थी वो खड़ी हुई पायी|

“चुप न रह तू बोल न माँ,

क्या बेटी होना पाप है?

क्या जन्मदाता के श्रेणी में,

खुद को लाना पाप है?

क्या जिसके वेग में आकर,

तूने मुझे अपनाया नहीं,

उसे भी अपने जन्म होने पर,

शोक हुआ होगा कहीं?”

बहती आंसू की धरा को

रोक न पाई माँ युही,

अपने अंश के दूर होने का,

हुआ उसे भी शोक अभी |

“क्या तेरे जन्म पर भी माँ

मनाया गया था मातम?

क्या उनलोगों के जन्म का

साधन नहीं होगा मात्रम?

क्या मेरे दुनिया में आने से,

तेरा मान घट जायेगा?

मेरे न रहने पर तेरा मातृत्व

बदल जायेगा?

क्या तेरा अंश नहीं मैं,

क्या नहीं मैं तेरा प्यार?

क्या नहीं तेरे आँखों का

तारा हूँ मै माँ?”

आँखों के धारा को,

रोक न पायीं अब वो माँ,

जिस अंश को अलग किया था

खोकर पछता रही थी अपार |

अचानक ही आँखें खुली,

टूट गयी बिजली की जाल,

कोख को उसने छुआ तो,

मातृत्व हुई हर्षहार|

“तू भी मेरा अंश है बिटिया,

तू भी तो हैं प्यार का भार,

तू भी तो मेरे जीवन का,

हैं परिचय का आधार |

मातृत्व की इस लड़ाई,

में न होगा तेरा संघार,

तू भी खिलखिलाती आएगी,

जगमगाने मेरा संसार|”

By Vanshika ( स्नेहा )

India



Dear Daughter

Dear Daughter,

I cried when I saw you cry, holding your daughter in your arms,
I know the feeling because I was also smitten by your charms.
The tears of happiness that filled my eyes,
The same moment of joy persists even though time flies.
I smiled when I saw you hugging your daughter close to your heart,
I know the journey of motherhood, which you are about to start.
The moments of mixed feelings that filled my mind,
The same potpourri of emotions dwells in you, which you are about to find.
I laughed when I saw you talking to her in a language of your own,
I know the joy because I have seen you through the stages you have grown.
The same enthusiasm that made every day special for me,
Will fill your life and you will look forward to new things to see.
The feeling of fulfilment in motherhood that brought unending happiness in my life,
Will gradually make you feel complete one day and help you break all the chains,
The little fingers caressing your face and the sparkle in those tiny eyes will help you forget all your pains.
So, take a deep breath, and get ready to enjoy the nuances of motherhood in every way,
Here’s wishing you the first and many more to come, moments of a very Happy Mother’s Day!

-Your loving Mother who will always be by your side.

By Debolina Coomar

India