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  • yayshi 33w

    Dear guardians,

    I observe you a lot these days. More than I used to before. And you make me feel terrible about myself. I realised how selfish I had been. Not to notice your efforts all these years. I thought about the day when I had vomited on the dining floor. This was my first memory of doing something like that and was so afraid and so guilty of my act. But you quietly mopped the floor and made me feel much less embarrassed with your “It’s okay”. Now that I think about it, had I been in your shoes, I would definitely hadn’t done it without a scolding, even if a light one. One day I recalled how the 4 year old me had been left at school all alone- two hours post my full break- and had told my auto-rickshaw uncle that you were supposed to pick me up. Little did I know that I had misinterpreted your orders from the morning. But you left your work and came to pick me up right after the school call. And without a word you took me home with a smile on your face. I was so afraid of the consequence but your patience and gentle behaviour always put me at ease. Every morning I watch you get up before me and finish chore after chore, going to the market and then coming back home and getting all ready in a second- only to rush again to work. And when my eyes finally wish to sleep no more, I get up all fresh and plump, and start the day by finding flaws in everything you had been doing till then. These days, this aspect of my personality scares me a lot.

    Why do you deal me with so much patience? And why do you consider my each and every order? Can’t you just scold me and slap me and shout at me just like I do? Why do you fulfil each and every demand of mine? Don’t do that anymore. So that I get every possible reason to nag at you the way I do now. So that my behaviour with you get some justice. And the ungrateful me can get a place in hell.

    You have no idea how much this guilt eats me up. Day by day, year after year, I keep discovering every reason I became for your pain. Whether were those the wrinkles on your face, or the iron slits in your knee- which got smashed while you were dropping me school, or the innumerable cuts and scratches on your once-butter smooth-hands, or your bending frame, I keep on knowing more and more the ungrateful, selfish and terrible kid you raised.

    I wish it still isn’t to late to mend my ways. Hold on a little more- I will be there for you without you asking me for any help, and give you the genuine respect you are worthy of- just like you gave it to me.

    I just wish you will be there to watch me wash my sins. Forgiveness- I ask not from you- I lost that right long back.
    ©yayshi

  • yayshi 33w

    Dear teachers,
    I wish you could make us feel less pathetic for existing.

    Part 1 #wheniwashurt

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    Twist for her Tale

    Sitting all absorbed and full of glee
    Chatting unaware and happily
    Had a little tale today to tell
    Alas! This nine year old failed to smell
    The twist in the tale which her mam told well
    Hardly had anything she said
    When her tender cheek turned blood-red
    Recollecting for a minute while her throat cleared
    Slowly and pitifully her smile disappeared
    Didn’t look up for she could sense eyes
    For the forty minutes silence today she paid the price
    That poor timid- first time had she dared
    To talk out her heart- with deep sighs she’d prepared
    That tight *titch* shook her from core
    Her gentle voice was heard no more
    ©yayshi

  • yayshi 33w

    Coz maybe the “writer’s block” you so casually mention for some extra attention could be something that is making someone difficult to breathe

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    When you are well aware
    So much in knowledge of the fact
    That your write-up is applaud deserving
    And you did some serious effort penning it
    STOP
    WRITING
    -Lame/ Temp/ Writer’s block/ Temp for sure/ and blah blah blah and stuff-
    That’s SO DAMN IRRITATING

  • yayshi 33w

    The truth is here
    I never fear
    He does it all
    Makes my fears small
    Breaks the invisible wall
    Lets me breathe it all
    Turns me new
    Brings out my side true
    Reignites my dead spark
    Perfectly leads me out of dark
    Makes my sins bless
    Makes my terrors less
    Clears all my past mess
    Provided I simply
    Do the right
    And feed him light
    For what he tells me
    Is what he saw
    Some day long lost
    So not his flaw

    ©yayshi

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #poems_yayshi

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    Who do you think he is?

  • yayshi 33w

    “It’s only when the camera shuts down and the film gets short, the memories begin to paint in the hearts and live with the souls.”

    ©yayshi

  • yayshi 33w

    The day you left, you were not alone. With you left the demon in me that had been feeding on your soul for years. I have become every ounce of the person you wanted me to be. Every time I recall a random memory with you, I relive each and every emotion it is drenched with. I laugh, I cry, I long, I regret. Then I make sure to keep remembering it for a couple of days, time and again, so that I never ever forget it. I think about the patience with which you waited for me. I treasure our smiles and laughs and those events where our times and spaces always intersected and became one. I live with you in those memories and worry for you even more. I try to make you laugh and hear your giggles ringing in my ears and beating with my heart. I see you smile and I hear you breathe.

    But I wish you never return. For I want the terrible being you left to exist no more.
    ©yayshi

    #leftc #writersbay #prose_yayshi

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    The day you left..

  • yayshi 33w

    Fresh splash of green
    Spots of red passion
    Calm clarity of blue
    Blend together
    In all their strengths
    As ink black
    To make your lines
    Bold as ever
    On the cotton white pages
    Bleached and blank
    ©yayshi

  • yayshi 33w

    I like to waste my time while I work but while wasting my time I like to work!

    ©yayshi

  • yayshi 36w

    Bye bye Mirakee
    I’ll be back soon





    Maybe

  • yayshi 36w

    His mellow gaze, like the molten lava, flowed straight through her bleached eyes to her clogged chest- all over her rusty core, and melted the cursed sheets, layer by layer, peeling her off the former shields- which the horrifying times had cast on her; and relieved her off the dark ancient spells. And she was alive once again with her dazzling-blinding light and sparkling-crystal eyes.
    ©yayshi