Growing up

“ Go to sleep soon, otherwise the monsters under your bed will come and take you away.” This was the affectionate lie that was relied upon by many a parent to put their highly energetic children to bed. It was an effective one too, as the fear of some hideous , unknown creature attacking us was enough to drain away any enthusiasm for staying awake. As we grew up, we could only roll our eyes and laugh at our silliness, and at the same time, be thankful that they really did turn out to be just fictitious characters. But, as I donned the hat of introspection and ventured into one of my deep thinking expeditions, I realised that the monsters still exist , in our heads!! They slowly poke their heads out and sniff for traces of nervousness and trepidation, as we slowly navigate our adolescent years. By that time, the carefree nature and infectious enthusiasm of   our childhood has already faded, making way for the mounting pressure to rise up the academic ladder. As we take our ...

The docile fawn ran merrily along the green grass with a bright smile , thrilled to see the glowing rays of sunlight follow it   amidst the canopy of trees. “ Slow down dear, you will trip yourself again. You nearly broke your leg the last time, when you tried to jump across that huge fallen log” , shouted her mother who was eyeing the fawn with a mixture of worry and amusement. “ I will be fine mother. Little bruises here and there do not bother me at all.”, said the fawn, jumping gleefully as she chased the colourful butterflies near the little stream. She loved the mornings when it was bright and sunny as she could run about wherever she liked, her swift legs guiding her along to many new, exciting places across the huge forest that was her home. The fawn was a sweet little thing, with a smile for everyone and the first one to rush to help whenever any of her fellow fawns got into trouble. She loved to make friends across the many parts of the forest that she bounded of...

Fear of losing control makes us keep all our feelings bottled up inside Fear of being called sensitive makes us shed our tears in solitude Fear of being silenced make the untruths sound louder than ever Fear of being left out makes us question our life principles Fear of being perceived as weak makes us ignore our emotions Fear of unmet expectations keeps us from reaching out to others Fear of being mocked makes the walls around us grow higher Fear of missing out on makes us deeply unsatisfied with our lives Fear of being criticised makes us reluctant to do what is right Fear traps us in our mind, Fear renders us blind Fear disappears when we realise we are unique, one of a kind Girl in a daze

Words were invented when actions ceased to be adequate Words were a blessing, a way to assert our place in this world Words gave us power , power to express, power to impress Words ensure that our voices are heard , recognized not ignored Words, when written ,become eternal, etched onto paper forever, Words evoke a million emotions, give power to our imaginations Words shape into stories, they help preserve timeless memories Words are wicked too, designed to cut deep, leave behind aching wounds Words are slippery, quick to fall off , leaving behind an indelible trace Words can be soothing, words can be scathing Words are just the tools to turn into a story of your making Girl in a daze