Words and Voices : Until

Words and Voices : Until


by Abha Mehra

Free flowing, uncontrollable,
Those teardrops didn’t resist.
Until I grew up.
Until I winced, and shut my eyes so tight,
hat the world became a distant noise,
and all I could hear was a scream for help;
it was my voice, the one inside.
Until happy didn’t lead to tears,
but a made up half hearted smile cum sneer,
as the heart on my sleeves wasn’t mine to wear.
The owner? A little lost here and there.
Until bruises and cuts smiled right at me,
as I realized crying won’t fade the treacherous reality.
I held them in, held them in,
long enough to defy bloody gravity.
Until the world was mesmerized with the girl with dry eyes,
chanting her name as and when in need.
I’ll do whatever it takes, to live up to the idea of me;
the idea of being strong and brave.
Until I instilled in every inch of my soul,
that vulnerabilities, they were so wrong.
If you have any hide them well.
No! Don’t even think about opening those gates,
and pouring them out with those water droplets.
Free flowing, uncontrollable,
Those teardrops didn’t resist.
After years, again they visit.

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Abha Mehra

Abha tries to survive days with fried food with cheese. You'll find her bossing around or in a corner trying to make sense of all the words that come not so naturally to her. Be it taking naps in the afternoon or a free pizza, she is ready for both all the time. If you like what she writes, feel free to gift her jhhumkas over peach iced tea.