It's from a perspective of a child witnessing regular fights between his parents. Domestic disputes can affect a child’s personality and hamper their present and shape their future social interactions. The below piece is a small instant of how a child observes keenly and gets impacted.
Blank I was swimming on the pages of my endless diary A passing stranger gave me a vocab or two A casual conversation turned into an amazing friendship
A very bappy Birthday to one Amazing friend of mine @_astitva_
Dancing vocabs on tip of his quill In plies and pirouettes forming an imaginary hill His words Romances the winter rain and embraces the Autumn leaves. Each of his words carrying seasons of his emotional wheel kind...mankind..love and hurt .the essence he carries , a soothing tranquil His thought carries profoundness unseen by human eye. Exploding on the canvas , taking form of a van Goghs sky He is one hurricane rave of his own // Stiching stars of soul to caress // Marking readers freeze in mesmerizing cold Flying on the whirling winds to achieve the rare dreams Like icy raindrops he formed crystals of permanence in people's mind A friend , a brother, a poetic shine.
@miraquill , I started my journey more as an intriguing, interesting app. Doodled for fun but today it's more like a family. I may not be as active like earlier days and even agree with peeps , lots of changes occurred but still you guys are love. Absolute no complaints ❤️
Am I even a human or just a woman? Because you differ me with the most
Dad , pampered me considering me soft But paa, soft flowers too bloom In a wildest of gloom
Mummy said to take over traditions ahead I bowed to her and nodded giving up my cadence, sad But does it just mean to live a cloaked puppet life But why are then goddess praised with pride
Brother said you can't do this Because you are small But bahiya, even an ant is worthy to built an anthill in the sky And so do I
My husband says you are a great home maker But what about my degree and ranks Didn't I score and worked hard all night to fill up the knowledge tanks
We blame the racist , we mock the fascist But what about our own family and friends Who pull our own women down, Aren't we worst than a racist clown?
I am a human not just a woman Ready to face the aftermath Of the world in ashes A buried flower with a constellation in an ocean dream Colour brown beneath the soft white cream Definitely Soft, kindred , small and lonely But fierce , powerful, a mongering wolf and homely
Lying weakly in the bed With scorching bright heat Piercing one of my panes My shoulder blades blazing While the virus inside me Chews steadily on my flesh
Insides me flames Like shotguns Fired deep into my brains Making me numb Those creatures inhabit inside grinning wide, floating on my face
Pale ( not teary) eyes of my Ma Makes me believe I am still alive and left with a fight But the change in colour outside And the chaotic headstones inside Says the otherwise
The sunset may seem beautific But for me it's a dive into nothingness A hollow cast cave with some leftover breaths I search for my sun frantically But seems it left my domain Taking away my yellows Replacing with its murky shades
Ma recognises my Worldly stricken fear Mixes meds to my milk To make me return to my half dead state Giving me rice paper hopes of fire (f)lies Telling me our window glass is just stained sun is still out , And daffodils are just As bright as my face
The scattered hopes in my dad's eyes Are like the scribbled crimsons in the sky Giving up easily to the darkness of the night Yet waking up with a bold blue gaze To a bright new sky
People often ask me if I still haven't grown-up, for I refuse to let go of my obsession towards Harry Potter. But I always tell them, that I staunchly stand by my Love for the franchise. Albeit, that love has now surpassed the medium of films and forayed into the world of books.
What I've admired about the story and the plethora of characters in it is the theme of redemption and the ardent need to stand tall, despite the predicaments. It is about friendship, reverence towards your teachers, learning, mastering and marveling what you feel you are best at and primarily, my most favourite phenomenon, called Hope.
I remember watching, and eventually reading, The Prizoner of Azkaban and thinking how subtly they managed to induce so much of depth about life in an otherwise commercial storyline. And it is now that I truly deciphered what the intensity of those characters and the plotline was.
The Dementors symbolise the Darkness that we see in our lives. It has been given many names, fear, panic, anxiety, depression, sorrow, grief and so on. But the key to defend and disarm them was the Patronus Charm, one of the magical spell that'd emit a light taking shape of an animal. And soon it'd dissipate those ugly and melancholic Dementors.
I always felt that the ones who get affected by pessimistic energy are extremely weak. But over the years, I had the good fortune of witnessing an epiphany where I experienced that it is not the ones who are at the receiving end of negativity that are weak, but the ones producing it. For, it takes a huge amount of internal negativity to generate that and inflicit it on someone else.
To all those who feel that Darkness is engulfing them I'd advise you to face it with utmost impudence and scream at It, telling It that you are not weak as you have so much of optimism filled inside that the bad vibes coming from It may affect you but never break you for you have the Light of Faith inside that'd soon heal all the scars. But it is indeed a sad thing for The Darkness only has those gloomy feelings and that is a strong sign of weakness, and not something to be proud of. You should feel pity for the lack of sight that It carries resulting in an absence of a broader view. A view of how beautiful this world is. So one must follow this process of bringing positivity and creating happiness in life.
And thus one should always be prepared, in order to eradicate everything that is concerning them, with one's wand of consciousness and the brevity of speech to clearly say, Expecto Patronum!