Light was her companion, Shadows her playmates, Born with a heart of gold, The kid was always full of hope. Taking her little fingers out, She made shapes of butterfly and goat, Laughing at allher creations, She never thought that she would face a retaliation. Growing up she made jokes on all the shadow creatures that she made, Making stories for her play, She directed them how to move, And was proud to write their screenplays.
Situations changed, The kid grew upto become a fine young woman, She never remembered her little friends, And forgot about all the plays that she madefor them. Now,the light she loved became dimmer day by day, Atlast,to find herself all alone in a dark way, Scared to death, She tried to find back her shadow friends.
All in a vain, Not knowing about the darkness that she was in, "Where are you all? I'm afraid, please come back", she screamed, But, things were going to unfold in a way that she never would have thought or could have dreamed. In darkness, her friends started to show their true colours, Even her own shadow disappeared leaving her distressed, All other ones played a different gamewith her, This time, they wrote a screenplay for her. -JMJ
Do you see me? Standing on the side, Without any movements. May be I'm just a pole, With a bulb on my head. With no special traits to attract, But to just give all the light that I can. When you struggle in darkness, To show you the way,to avoid any harm. So the next time you pass by, At the very least, can you acknowledge my existence? Do you see me now? -JMJ
Have you ever had an incident in your life which has affected youa lot later? Something, which is still fresh in your mind even if ithad happened a long time ago. A face that you cannot forget.
I have a story to tell you which has been haunting me since several years. I still remember the day when I was going to church with my mother and my little brother. I think I was twelve or thirteen years old. While walking, I saw a middle aged man, walking towards us. From a distance itself I had a feeling of uneasiness. When he came nearer I gave him a glance and I took my mother’s hand to hold in shock.
You must be thinking that he might have done something. Then, you are wrong. In this story, I’m the villainess. My behavior was totally based on his physical feature, his facial disfigurement. It was like he didn’t have a nose or mouth and those organs were all joined together to appear like a big mass on his face. I had never seen anyone like that before. The way I reacted after I saw him was so rude and unkind that he quickly walked past us bowing his head. But before he did that I saw disappointment and sadness on his face.
That night, I couldn’t sleep because I got scared of him. It didn’t occur to me at that time that I’m theone who had hurt him. Only thing that bothered me was his face. It took a few years and anursingdegree course to make me realize what wasthe cause for his disfiguredface. What I did was so wrong even though it was unintentional.
I still remember his face but the feelings are not the same. Regret has taken the place of fear. That was the first and the last time I saw him. I never got the chance to say sorry to him in person.This post is a confession and I would like to take this chance to say, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I was so ignorant and unkind that I behaved like that. I’m sorry that I judged you based on your face without knowing you in person. I’m sorry that I hurt your feelings when I looked away because I wanted to avoid you. I’m deeply sorry for what I have done.” So if you read this, I hope that you do, please take it as an apology from my heart.
I saw a girl down the street, A toddler who loved a treat, With an innocent smile she wandered around, From one place to another as she didn't remember where she was found. With a plastic carry bag on her hand, She was following the big girl who was in command, Picking up the litters to buy some food, But I'm sure it was no good. I walked past her in a hurry to get my bus, Thinking that I would get another chance and no need of a fuss, Doing the same thing the whole week, Finally I found sometime for the weak. Waiting for her with a bag in my hand, I never thought that I would be so late to understand, That reaching out to others is never a waste of time, Now, all I got is a feeling of remorse that I was not there for her on time. -JMJ
A beautiful creature inside and out, Silent in nature by default, Was prejudiced because of its appearances, And their screams were deafening to its interiors. Threatened to stay inside its hole, Was always chased by others with a wooden pole, Each time it came out to find its food, They circled around to beat at its hood. Everytime it felt insecure, It would just bite them harder, But one day the snake was dead on the street, Where they found, their poison had burst out of its body, poor beast. -JMJ
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So how's this, this mask? Do I look pretty? Do I look smart? Tell me, what is my role today? Should I just keep my eyes dry or should I also wear a smile? All those bruises can be made unseen, With a make up and no one will ever be keen, To question how fake is the smile, Or am I living a lie?
An abuser lives in all of us, Some find happiness in other's tears, Beating up, mocking up and blocking everything what is dear, Others like to turn a blind eye making me to wish that the death is near, Never reach out but love to give a long sigh, All I want is someone to sit beside, No need to talk, just hold my hands tight, It's another day as I can see the light, I should be ready for the people outside, So tell me, how's this, this mask? Do I look pretty? Do I look smart? -JMJ
Dedicated to the victims ofall kinds of abuse who manage to wear a mask everyday and pretend to be okay.
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