*What is the right age to be divorced?
*What is the right age to stand up for yourself?
*Who comes first? Self or family?
Trust me, no woman will be able to answer these questions when her own life is breaking apart.
And, I pray nobody should ha...
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Date published: 01/03/22
Padmini's POV
Stigma
Dreams dissipating like mist of dawn Vaporised in ego's searing heat
Perpetual darkness engulfing verve Lights of joy blown out in wrath
Little salty streams meandering my countenance Bearing with them sediments of ache
Like a fish out of water gasping for breath Unspoken words suffocate my chest
Love scorned like traces of plague Sullied vamps he sought every day
Scars showered like kisses of passion I bore them all like gold medallion
Bleeding blisters bejewelling this frame Concealed in garb of grace, like a phantom of mirth
Cacophony of convictions handed like compliments drugging my veins numbing my faculty
Derisions I willingly took, if that was all he would give Forlorn was I, in the grips of despair
Mere pup at master's feet, dutifully I stayed, Love, just a bone of contention amidst us
Devil incarnate was he, broiling me in seclusion Assaulting my esteem, chipping away trust
Distorting my priorities, trampling mine zeal Plundering all morality, eroding my worth
Assuming he'd won, was too early to gloat Least he knew, intact was my soul
Bearing a spark of faith, fusing broken bones Nursing the scars, regaining my breath
Retrieving myself with vials of vigour Distraught no more, tranquillity brims my soul
Wiser by the minute, willing to let go Ready to take a leap, lighter, free of shackles!
-by Anu ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Time is a powerful, enigmatic element!
It can evade, dodge and slip through your fingers like fine sand when you try to hold on dearly to it. If you disregard it, it can drag you, drown and swallow you like the quicksands of the desserts. It's tricky!
