PRETTY DAMN STRONG

"hey!"
"hi! saw her yesterday?"
"no, what was she wearing"
"she was wearing the only heels she had"
"and that short black skirt that she wore  last Wednesday."
"there was this guy who came to take her in  a black car."
"let me guess! the same guy which we saw yesterday?"
"no some other new guy."
"ha ha such a bitch."
"ohmygod another new car in the street"
"sure it was going to stop in front of her gate"
"what a whore"
 And what are you?
 Go look at yourself in the mirror
 How I wish the mirror to show you your  inside self
 You are the one who judges other people
 and have you judged yourself yet?
 Because of you and your dirty eyes
 I'm not allowed to leave home at night
 Why don't you give a second thought those  comments that you pass?
 I'm not allowed to breathe fresh and lie in  the green grass
 There are many things that I'm told before  I leave home
 Like cover your legs face and hair
 What if someone sees your sister that way?
 Or maybe your daughter?
 Show some empathy if not respect.
 Women are beautiful
 Women are powerful
 Like their beauty
 One day they'll show you thier power
 Don't mess with them.

From Darkness To Light

                               by Pragati Khanna

From darkness to light

The path we design

Fail we might

But never will we resign

Rising high we jettison our fear

Obstacles we face with our heads held high

Our goals are crystal clear

Rising higher and higher because limit is the sky

Living our dreams

Spreading happiness and joy

Letting out the silent screams

Sorrow and sadness we destroy

// Happy Dussehra!//

Have a SAFE AND POLLUTION FREE Dussehra(not exactly pollution free though. Haha)

Why?

You only know my smiling lips

But not my teary eyes

You only know my loud laugh

But not my silent cries

You only see me merrily floating through each day

But not my shadowed plight 

You only see my sunny sky

But not my dreadful night

You only notice my made up face

But not that it's all fake

You only notice the layers of makeup 

But the true colors you can't trace

Why can't you decipher what I confide?

Why can't you hear my silent scream?

Why can't you see the sadness I hide?

Why can't you see that broken dream?

Being Special

            Look at the weather, feel the breeze

In the woods, behind the trees

Your hand in my hand

Building together our castle on the land

Or maybe in the sky instead

Being special, two steps ahead!

Eyes locked, but then it struck nine

I wish I could freeze this moment and make it mine!

Blushing faces, glowing like sun

Taking fast steps together we run

Or maybe fly high instead

Being special, two steps ahead!

Lying in the shade in a grassy lawn

Under the soothing sky of the dawn

Seeing the light fade away

Trying to make it bright like a sunny day

Or maybe become the light instead

Being special two steps ahead.

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY

Don't pluck me to make beautiful garlands

Don't pluck me to make magic wands

Oh gardener just pluck me and throw me in their way 

Where they sacrifice their heads without a word to say

I wish even I could give my life to lay

For this motherland in which we happily stay!

                                                                                                                source: PUSHP KI ABHILASHA                                                        by Makhan Lal Chaturvedi

A Beautiful Chance

                                by Pragati Khanna

What we can't see, 
our mind can sense.

What a wonderful body, 
but why so tense?

When we can't hear,
 silence shows it's dance.

Everything's clear,
 life's a golden chance.

Dear friend...

Opportunities come and go

But you mustn't feel low

Try to make most out of them

So that nothing is left that you can regret

Next time just keep your goals set

Work for them; make them your priority

Set targets and be witty

Don't cry over past, don't spoil your present

Just take a chill pill, look the weather's so pleasant

Without You

                                          by Pragati Khanna

Once upon a time

When I wanted to climb
I saw you stand by
Your hands held me high
You were right here 
Oh when did you disappear 
Now I search for you in the faces I see
I beg you, please come back to me

I miss you, where are you

I have no idea, you left no clue

Everything has changed without you

Everything has turned blue

My love was all true, fully red

You can't count the tears I  shed

Without you this world seems empty
People say that I'm being senti 

Please come back please be mine

I promise it'll all be clandestine

                                   Dark Turns To Light

                                       

He woke up screaming for help, he had a nightmare, a nightmare that he had been having for long, coping up with his fears he finally got out of his bed. His forehead wet with sweat. Realizing that he was already late he started getting ready for school, after a while shouting came his mother, scolding him for he had woken his baby sister, with all the noise that he was making. Early morning scoldings aren't pleasant in fact  scoldings aren't pleasant at all! He was already late for school and ended up missing the bus. Crying on his bad luck, he walked to school. He didn't knew what destiny had got for him ahead! After being scolded by the teacher for being late in the class, he realized that he had forgotten to do his maths homework, which he ended up doing in his English class. "such a mismanaged lad he was!" thought his English teacher, and yes he got scolded again. "damn" he sighed and criticized god for such kind of day. He looked relieved when the recess bell rang, and had his food as quickly as he could and completed all his pending work. While returning home,  he was trying  to cope up with all his stress and tension and got to chill, then it started raining! All wet and dirty, he reached home and quickly dried his books. The room got dirty with his muddy shoes, which he had  forgotten to remove earlier. He cleaned the room  and got saved from getting another shot of scolding by his mom. Tired, he started doing his homework. When almost all the homework got complete, his pen leaked and all his efforts went in vain. He wanted to cry, shout, scream, and tear his notebook away, but he only took out a new page and did his work again. Hoping that all bad things were over now, he went out to play unaware of the prank his friends had planned for him. Looking for his friends he entered the park and started walking ahead, his friends secretly came running behind him. Just the moment that he realized that someone was behind him SPLASH! came all the water on his face,  his giggling friends didn't notice his "have had enough nonsense today face" and continued to laugh at him. Wet and angry he returned back home. His mother was able to read his face, so she ordered good food and made a tasty dessert for him. He got surprised when he saw that such a tasty treat was waiting for him. He happily had his food and went to sleep. Before sleeping he thanked God for a happy ending and prayed for a better tomorrow! 

Moral: Good thing about bad time is that it passes away!

Flashback 

                         by Pragati Khanna

It was unlike any place I'd ever been. So many people, rushing here and there, bumping into each other. Women chattering. Men with huge carry bags, rushing after their woman. Some irritated young ladies with their infant like children thinking that what a mistake it was to bring them here, warning them that they won't get anything that they desire to get if they don't obey them. Their kids bursting with curiosity pointing out attractive things. Old ladies talking about the prices of vegetables and fish in past, criticizing the seller. This was when I first visited the fish market. Under constant fear of getting lost I held my mother's finger tightly. Observing every salesman and the crowd there in the market, I already had a quick glance at the growing population of India, which I had heard my dad talk about the other day. I noticed my mother arguing with the fruit-seller over a ten rupee note, which to me appeared as a  rectangular sheet of paper which smelled like old socks. My mother's mood got spoiled because of that fruit-seller, so I didn't dare to irritate her. Out of the blues I felt a hand which pulled me and took me to the candy counter, and there came a sound of my daughter requesting me to buy her a new candy bar.