Broken Bangles, shattered dreams

I try to find the missing pieces of what is left of me Lost, isolated, mortified in this prison of grief No words, person or system to provide me any form of relief Blamed for something that was destiny’s game I am convicted of bringing agony and shame Shame to those who don’t even know what it feels to live …

To be a widow …is it a curse?

Her family under the brutal commands of the patriarchal society inflicted pain upon her. The degree of pain so harsh that she was ripped off of all the happiness, love, compassion and drained of all the colours that decorated her life. The ‘Red’ that once symbolized her new beginning is being completely vacuumed from every bit of her life marking …