The Story

-Priyanka Jain Years ago, you happened to me like a magic A magic that successfully lived the life of a bubble You vanished, there was a hope that you’ll return You took a big part of me, now I was a rubble Then came a new person, he made me happy I started laughing, life seemed out of trouble Love felt good, since there were no expectations And my laugh successfully lived the life of a bubble Now I was a person incapable of expressing love Oh that’s untrue, I still loved the beauty of ‘bubble’ Lust was a beautiful, strange language to learn No more laughing, but a sweet and seductive chuckle And years after, you happened to me like a magic A magic that I am sure is still as beautiful as a bubble I won’t hope this time, you are free to vanish You’ll take the whole of me, there won’t be any rubble

-Priyanka Jain Never do I worry what people will say Never do they know how I survive the day Never do I care what’s there in their minds Never do they ask how I still manage to shine Never should I expect any support from anyone Never should they see the kindness I’ve done Never should I worry if they can’t handle the truth Never should they stew if all that’s left is sooth Never will I surrender to what’s hindering my growth Never will they have enough thorns or pebbles, or both Never will I be fatigued by this continuous struggle Never will they sense their own decline, until it’s all a juggle        PS: Nothing is capable of obstructing our growth, until we surrender.

-Priyanka Jain I fell, fell beyond the heights that anyone can measure The fall was scary, it was dark, hopelessness overpowered My senses became numb, wet eyes, silent screams escaped I was terrified of what seemed like ‘endless’ plunge and seizure Had it been a physical fall, the end would have been light and easy But the fall and swirl were into the trap of heightened emotions Uncanny, perplexing sentiments made my body cold and soul weak Such dread caused naissance of threat and defeat, I felt queasy Little did the evil know, I was unbreakable, stronger than its own force The terror and wounds made the façade of ‘weak’ fall off from my face The moment I realised my true strength, I saw ‘fear’ quivering at my gaze I landed victoriously on my feet, all ‘malicious’ died after a ghastly cower

-Priyanka Jain With every moment, I’m becoming stronger The pain of deceptions can’t last any longer You must leave, for I need to redefine my thirst And then I’ll write a whole new series of ‘firsts’ Change is the only constant known so far But this world of variables has its door ajar I’ll find my constant in yet another place Variable is not required, don’t leave your trace I love myself more than anyone else in this world The song of pain and victory will soon be skirled I gave you all I had and I admit I was a wronger But with every moment, I’m becoming stronger