Sunday, May 22, 2011

Who cares ?

She stared ,
she looked around,
she had nowhere to go,
nothing to hide,
It was white,
the absence of colours,
made the blankness get on to her,
her thoughts seemed suspended.
It wasn't strange,
neither was it new,
It was routine now,
she sensed her eyes water,
saw the intensity pile up.
Her body grew numb,
refused her mind to work,
her will broke ,
and courage shook,
she was shattered , thrown helpless,
she was done with all the criticism,
she gave up the spirit,
she lost control,
These daily tales were turning her against ,her inner self ,
they were making her despise her soul ,
she was losing out on stability,
she knew she was wasting time : Trying ,
The world thought she was humane,
They had always known the subtle her,
an identity with a conscious,
a part of the crowd ,yet stood out ,
but the ones who mattered discarded it ,
they didn't know how concerned she got even when someone got mocked,
she knew they weren't aware.
Ignorance is bliss ,
but Ignorance is effortless,
she often wondered why she looked down upon herself,
Low Self Esteem is what everybody calls it ,
was she to be blamed ??
was the nature responsible ?
or was there  a lapse in the nurture ?
Who cares ?
Until they had her as the perfect scapegoat ,
she didn't ask for much and neither did she wish for ,
all she desired was acceptance ,
a recognition of her being,
attachment to her smile ,
and happiness *sigh* ,

Now ,
she feels lonely,
she cries , she digests ,
but still never speaks ,
she becomes negative,
mood swings are her closest friends,
she becomes unsure and loses hope ,
but sadly at the end endures it ,
one against infinity has never worked,
neither did it in her case.
Who is she ?
she herself has lost touch with herself ,
Statements and judgements have always pulled her down,
Or I may say who cares ?
She is just a normal girl they think ,
 people who she loves,
Maybe a puppet in their hands,
there is no question of flight,
she struggles to open her wings,
but the walls that surround her,
are always successful in cutting them off ,
she feels suffocated, she feels choked ,
she goes through the pain ,without uttering a word ,
she is left bruised ,she is left hurt ,
she never complains and infact she cares ,
she empathises in a hope to bring out a smile on the face that needs it ,
she knows that she is not the best , but neither is she the worst ,
she just another name - But who cares ??
And At the end she stands alone .


  1. 'struggles to open her wings' lovely. How many times do we all do that? And the girl is very strong, but people dont know it! Keep on writing!

  2. thanks alot :)
    yes many of us try flying but then most of us prefer giving up on the initial stage which calls for one preparing to take his/her first baby flights ..

    I know she is indeed very strong :D