Women- The Epitome Of Love And Power

Power is not something that deals with the physical dominance of one over the other. Neither does it have any roots with the display of authority, as is normally perceived. But power is something that is proportional to the degree of self-control that one possess. And this is where I epitomize women.

They love us but never say, they care for us but never show, they want us to be there for them always but they don't admit. This is all just because they are not from among those who like to exaggerate things.

Their love, care or even hate can never be matched with that of their male counterparts. The male fraternity is often touted to be the one opportunist species. On the other hand, a woman's love is like a divine blessing for a man, that can be in the form of a mother, sister or a girlfriend.

Out of the above three, love from the former two is pretty much expected and predictable. But love from a girlfriend is something very special and different from the rest. This fact is attributed to the reason that the relationship with a girlfriend is a relation of commitment and not obligation. Moreover, unlike in the former two relations, here it is our own decision to choose the person to get into a relationship with, which further makes it an extra bit special.

An ideal girlfriend is the one who listens to us patiently for long when we feel disturbed, who gives us a hug to let us know she cares when the whole world seems against us, with whom we can easily share things which we can't even dream of talking to anyone else in this world and one who understands the speech of our silence more precisely than the speech of our words.

A women really is an epitome of true love with a will-power that is next to only God in might. I just hope to have one such divine gift by my side sometime sooner to face this callous world head-high. Hope the God is listening.....

She Is All Over My Mind

All my day is spent in gloom thinking about her, thinking about what went wrong and thinking about what she would be thinking about it all. Days, somehow, pass by because of the chirping of people around me and many more such stuffs which make me realize that life does exist in here further pushing me towards being a part of those lively people.


But as the night approaches, the pores of my skin expands three times than normal allowing abnormal passage of sweat all through my body. Night scares me off as the world seems to be scrapped of each and every single creature around. Night reminds me of the night which brought this uncalled fear into my nights.


I agree with God that it's not just me who is suffering. But I also confess to Him that I am from among His those creatures who have miserably failed to find solace.


I fear night as I feel that it is mocking me. I fear night as I feel it is laughing at me for being so stupid that I couldn't make her believe that I loved her. I fear night as I feel it is standing over my head and berating me for being childish in my confession and I fear night because I have started to hate my own self for letting her go in the midst of dark night at that critical moment.


I lay down my body onto the bed just to appease the night which seems to be staring at me. I stay on my bed so that night doesn't term me deceptive. Though I fear night, but I also fear that if I make it angry, then even this night will leave me just like she did. I let the night pass by faking sleep and keeping my eyes closed till dawn.


I am just waiting for the night when I'll actually be able to sleep without being fake to it.

You And Me

I kept on constructing the path to allow smooth sailing of our relationship but you kept on trying your level best not to let that happen. At the same time, you made sure that you aren't off that road either. Why does it happen in some relationships that the onus of moving forward is left on just one individual?


Nowadays, relationships are such that they can easily be compared to the trading business in stock markets. Some invest a little bit into their relationships but are able to reap a 'fatty return'. On the other hand, some invest every possible thing into their relationships but what all they are able to get as a pay back are some scars over heart and some bitter memories for the mind to hold for the rest of life.


I personally believe that one of the most important aspect of life is the art of choosing right blend of words for framing a sentence because generally words hurt more badly than spears or anything else possible can. You seemed to lack that aspect but I never did. No matter you like me or not, but you can never scrap the fact that you act as the oil lightening the lamps of my creative thoughts.


I always respected you and your decisions. After all, love is not a mutual bond or deal signed between the two. It is just a beautiful feeling that blossoms within the heart for someone.


And finally, I would like to quote one last thing. All what transpired between us made my faith more firm on the fact that heartbreak fuels creative expression in a such a furious way that even those who normally play 'war with words' end up becoming 'the czar of words' after the folding of all the events.

When I'll Not Be Here

The hardest punch of the lifetime is supposed to be delivered by the life itself. Even the thought of parting with your loved ones sends a shiver in the body, right from the top of the skull to the tip of the toe. I was thinking of such a situation and penned down a few lines trying to capture some beautiful moments. Hope the readers like it.

When I was with you, you never talked to me

When I walked with you, you never walked with me

Now your eyes are red and full of tears

But now I'll not be here

I still feel the touch of my loved ones

Their face is now that path on which a tear runs

I once said to them they will search for me in air

When I'll not be here

When I scolded you, you didn't talk to me

Then I made a plea to patch up with me

Now when you'll make a plea, you'll find me nowhere

As I'll not be here

You made me walk on the path which showered pain

Such was my faith on you that I didn't complain

Though the target is still far but it'll surely get near

When I'll not be here

You will cry for a week then settle down

I was to be in your heart and wear a crown

I may be dead but from heaven I'll glare

When I'll not be here......