Living Life As A doll

Living life as a doll was extremely difficult for her,

People treated her like a mannequin doll.

People trampled all over her and didn't let her express her true feelings,

People just kept bashing her up for all her mistakes.

She just couldn't breathe anymore,

It was as if she was a wooden doll that had no magic left in her anymore.

Seeing her live like a doll people were perplexed and used to abuse her,

My heart refused to see her live the life of a doll.

Dolls are beautiful sometimes, but living like a doll is just so painful...

Navya

Borders and Humans

The body lay hanging upon the barbed wires like a wet blanket left out to dry in the sun. Blood had seeped out of the body through the bullet holes and dripped on the brown soil underneath, forming a brownish puddle that spread across both sides of the barbed wire fence that formed the border between the two countries. The guards patrolling the border had been well trained not to show or betray any sort of emotions. Maybe, too well trained; maybe they had exorcised all sorts of emotions from their psyche to be able to do what they had to do. Maybe, any or all remnants of humanity within them had vanished, transforming them into robots without feelings. Otherwise, how could they watch the body decaying in front of them, silently, doing nothing. The body belonged to a girl who had been on this earth for a mere 15 years. She was the third daughter of a brood of seven siblings, born to parents who could ill afford to bring up even a single child; a girl whose parents, unable to feed or p...

World Meditation Day

I am in a fix, chasing the perfection, To fix myself through meditation. Does it help me? Maybe! Does it cure my disease? Maybe! Yet I'm not seconded with the idea, Of alluring charm of sitting at one place, Waging a war against my own thoughtless embrace. Meditation a quick fix, For the calm and composed self, But for the distorted one, it can't help. And I'm that one, helpless entity, Seeking peace and harmony in the cyclonic periphery. I seek a purpose as my meditative path, Where mind-body and soul rhyme— Uniting with an oath. A journey of progress towards consciousness, In the joy of living a meaningful life with soulfulness. Kanchan Butola

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