Just For Fun

You called me FAT… Just for Fun

You called me STICK … Just for Fun

You called me DARK … Just for Fun

You called me SHORT... Just for Fun

& so on…. Just for Fun

 

For you it might be Fun... BUT

You never realized it was never FUN…

You waned my confidence

You pushed me to a hole

You broke me from inside,

You annihilated my soul…

You sown the seed of self-disgust,

You made me feel I'm not enough...

For society you might be an entertainer, 

but to me you are a Murderer

You Murdered my little dreams, confidence & Hope.

 

Just Because of your fun…

 I am not the person I could have been, anymore…

 

-      Namita Bothra

 

"Fear of Being Judged"

She might seem tough, carefree & carry a smile,

But the girl inside her is sensitive, conscious & fragile,

The girl says she is self-sufficient & rough,

But at the end of the day, she also needs a hug.

She wants to express her emotion, speak her heart out

But keeping her feelings inside, freaks her out.

She wants to fly high, without any interruption

But she is caged, in the barrier of perception.

She does what she likes & she doesn't like to be confined,

But thought of “what others will think?” always run in her mind.

She can do things in unconventional & better way,

But she don’t liked to be judged, her thoughts hideaway.

She is learning new things every single day,

Letting her thoughts to proceed, in a positively different way.

She wants to preach what she think,

Giving her self-esteem, a new pair of wings.

She knows how much it is difficult for her, to pass this hedgerow,

It might seem easy to others, but she has a long way to go.

She is a fighter, she will fight,

One day she will set all the things almost right.