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Smarika Bastola

Broken pieces.

You know there are alot of things left out to say,
That the broken pieces wanted to express.
They are just fragments that splintered somebody's heart.
For whom once it convey entire world within them.

The broken pieces look tiny in size,
But it can shatttered you entirely as it can.
Manything vanished its identity when it remains in their existence.

I am seeking for the key to unlock the door,
That I slam a long time ago.
I lost somewhere and moved leaving all the things behind very far.

I wanted to feel the sorrow the way I feel happiness.
You are unacomplished without that tear,
Dropping through your eyes that directly touches your soul.
The heart can feel ,
The scattered emotion got path to glide,
The reason to weep alone every night
That broken piece which is somewhere a scrap of my heart.

I know I am broken into many pieces within me.
Maybe furthermore than before while moving ahead.
Don't believe that the wounds in my life make me incomplete somewhere.
I'm the imperfection that does not entail perfection to complete her life.

I percieve that it is not necessary to gather all the fragments.
Which were thrown around you by somebody else.
Let it be the way it was and be the you are.
Some broken pieces inside you,
Doesn't mould the upcoming steps of your life feel it.

Smarika Bastola #Brokenpieces

#brokenpieces

Smarika Bastola

The girl infront of me.

One girl set foot in the hall and walked slowly,
To hold the mike which is infront of her.
Her eyes looks at some of the people who are gazing at her,
She immediately put downs her eyes as soon as someone sees her.

She close her eyes take a deep breath and started to speak,
The sweat trickled down from her face and her palms.
Her hands started to shiver as much as she tries it to hold on,
She could feel the immense heat throughout the body.

The difficulty in breathing and that rapid heartbeat,
That is building the pressure on her as much as it can increase.
The calmness in her voice suddenly changed into nervousness,
Her legs started to shiver with the hands and she can feel it.

The friends started to giggle looking at her.
Her mind is blank now the anxiety grabbed her,
It is for few minutes to build the fear within her to regret for trying.

Who knows about speech anxiety?
Noone knows if they know the eyes would not stare at her like that.
They would not laugh and gossip at someone's fear.

The speech was somehow completed but many things remained uncomplete.
The laugh of somebody expression of happiness for some minutes,
It killed the courage inside someone who was struggling for her fear.

She lost some part of her identity that would be there .
If the courage was given to her than the criticism.
It was my turn after her, the girl infront of me went away.

Someday I see the same girl infront of me.
The situation is also alike which is now reflecting in some other girl eyes.

- Smarika Bastola #Thegirlinfrontofme

#Thegirlinfrontofme

Smarika Bastola

The one who walked away.

When someone comes into your life, blossm like a flower.
Finally soars into the air and fades away leaving alone.

They swiftly walked away as fast as they have stepped in your life.
Sometimes it slit your heart when someone reminds you about them.
They went away shattering all the memories behind,
But with the passes of time it becames scars of my life.
That I neither want to recall nor want to forget about it.

You know when people ask you about the things,
That they know it was the difficult phase of your life.
What it really feels to respond is baffling to explain in words.
When that words had already digged the pain,
That took many years to fill that sore.

Why are you making such a small thing a big issue?
This question often strike my head every day,
But I have faced it from all most all the people around me.
You will realise it one day when you are at the edge of mountain,
Then you suddenly falls at the gorge in your life.

I wanted to unfold all the unwritten pages of my life to know me,
Maybe better than yesterday to know who really I was.
I don't know but I am still sticked with that single page,
That you left somewhere middle on the way.

Who knows what is going to happen next day?
So embrace the day you have now,
Feel that moment with loved ones of your life.
Today's bond with someone may become memories for tommorrow.

- Smarika Bastola. #walkedaway

#WalkedAway

Smarika Bastola

One Day

One day a male ego was so much hurt,
The rejection of proposal burned a fire in his heart.
The revenge was so immense it destroyed,
The existence of a girl with a ground throughout her life.

The acid on his hand, he threw on my face.
He ran away to glimpse how I will I survive.
I covered my face, chest and arms when it burned down to,
the epidermis below my nerves.

It was flaring my face melting like a clay,
I was screaming loudly for help.
People stood behind me watching with their eyes,
The day when I saw no existence of humanity in everyone's face.

The thought of seeing outside the window startle, seeking for
normal life have been like curse to me.
Everday I am seeking for a reason to survive and to fill wounds
of inside that is stinging my heart gradually.

When the people say that they felt scared around me and tell to cover my face .
Feels like you are burned throughout the body more than you think that acid has done
People may have sympathy for a girl reading that news paper one day.
Please tell me can you feel same the pain every day each second of your life..

Why this acid only change your face?
Why it cannnot change the person the way I am?

The emotions, feelings, dreams inside me all are same and the way I think.
But the thing that is dead is the thinking of the people.
For them I'm the headlines of the news today and consequences of someone's revenge.
If more than that gossips of their leisure time perhaps the expression of sympathy.

When I wake up something was not there the big mirror hanging on the wall.
But now I don't like to see my face on that mirror not because it remind me how I was then and now.

Maybe the reason is that I percieve that when you inaugurate beauty definition for yourself .
The sight of what other opine about you never matter in your life.

-Smarika Bastola.. #Acidvictims

#AcidVictims #poem

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