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It's always not beautiful when things take a toll on oneself. This poem is about how a woman felt when she was shattered from inside, full of pain and agony.
It’s always not beautiful when things take a toll on oneself. This poem is about how a woman felt when she was shattered from inside, full of pain and agony.
I have nothing to say
I really have nothing left to say
I don’t know what to talk about
I don’t know what to argue about
I don’t know what to convince about
I don’t know what to apologise about
Don’t know what to ask for
Don’t know what to give
Don’t know where I stand with you
Don’t know where I stand without you
Can’t beg for love
Can’t beg for respect
Can’t beg you to let me be myself
Can’t beg you to be there for me
Can’t beg to be allowed to be a human with emotions
I just have to be
Like a piece of log
Lifeless emotionless mindless
To live with you
I just feel
Like a dog looking up to his master
For some care and affection
For a sense of belonging and some dignity
Like a constantly humiliated, worthless creature in your life
There is no anger
There is no rage
There is no resentment
But only disappointment and hopelessness
Despite trying my level best to adjust in all situations,
Despite trying to explain in the politest of words & to the best of my capability and expression
I only feel misunderstood by my better half for reasons best known to him
I feel totally defeated and betrayed by the vows of marriage
And am at the end of my human capacity to bear more
I can’t fake happiness anymore
I can’t live so superficial any more
I want to break free from this cycle of constant tears and depression
Sometimes i think life should end
But my mind tells me
No, this emotional abuse should end
This torturous living should end !
And henceforthe that shall be.
I am my own responsibility, I am my own decision maker… I choose to live… free, happy and self dependant… from the shackles of this patriarchal society… married or single… temporary or permanent, fat or fit… I accept my emotions, my flaws, my strengths and myself.
Image source: A still from the series Baghyalakshmi
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UP Boards Topper Prachi Nigam was trolled on social media for her facial hair; our obsession with appearance is harsh on young minds.
Prachi Nigam’s photo has been doing the rounds on social media for the right reasons. Well, scratch that- I wish the above statement were true. This 15-year-old girl should ideally be revelling in her spectacular achievement of scoring a whopping 98.05% and topping her tenth-grade boards. But oddly enough, along with her marks, it’s something else that garners more attention – her facial hair.
While the trolls are driving themselves giddy by mocking this girl who hasn’t even completed her school yet, the ones who are taking her side are going one step ahead – they are sharing her photoshopped pictures, sans the facial hair, looking nothing less than a celebrity with captions saying – “Prachi Nigam, ten years later”.
Doctors have already diagnosed her with PCOD in their comments, based on photographic evidence. While we have names for people shamed for their weight – body shaming, for their skin colour- racism, for their age- age shaming, for being a female- sexism, this category of shaming where one faces criticism for their appearance has no name. With that, it also has zero shame attached to it.
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