Scribble Express.

Just a mist of water, And a fog of snow.  Just a calm of fire, And a dust of crystal. Just a flow of rocks, And a pause of time. Just a spark of simple, And a simple sparkle. Just a way of trillions, And a footstep of none. Just a laugh of dumb, And a numb of chatter. Just a piece of moon, And a whole of half. Just a day of one, And a show of lights. Just a hush of wind, And a blow of earth. Just an Illusion. ~Akankshya Das. 🌸

What good does this crimson do? When this heart lacks to feel. What beauty does this odour fill in? When this ticker is full of void. The thorns now grin bigger and bigger, Each time the eyes see them they get tingled and prickled. Each time the void decides to load up, The vines set already, Pull the sinker for the world to shrink out of the bosom. Now the ticker is set on mode fearsome, Fear of being itchy to the muscles and bones, Fear of entering to humanly zones, The biggest fear to face the faces of these demonic clones. Even if now the crimson melts down to blood, Or hounds my void fierce, Won't affect it any, As it is already blocked. Blocked by stagnant rotten emotions, Duelling with constant betrayal rotations, Darker than night that place has become, Blocked by scattered pieces of trust and devotion. Ointments can never make this nice, And now, words won't suffice. A broken flower is always a twig which is crushed, Fo

There is always A story behind The Story, There is always A painting behind The Painting, There is always A song behind The Song, There is always A tale behind The Tale, There is always A wish behind The Wish, There is always A wound behind The Wound, There is always A pain behind The Pain, There is always An eye behind The Eye, There is always A hope behind The Hope, There is always A lyrics behind The Lyrics, There is always A solitude behind The Solitude, There is always A silence behind The Silence, There is always A you behind The You. There is always A star behind The Star.  *All love and one* ~Akankshya Das (Scribbler)! 🌸

*YES WE BLEED* ~Akankshya Das. ⛑ Dear Periods, I know not how to thank you more, Thank you for entering my bag of bones. The moment you came to me, I knew I was someday a mother to be. Just like my mother had your gift as my sister and I, And her mother having her, Then a legacy going by. Yes, you are precious! Every woman -- the most defined feature of the universe, has your touch, While growing up It's like a chain - Goes on and on, Though gives pain, Is yet a bliss to entertain. I do bleed, And someday my daughter will, That's what our body does. Trust me, there's no need of making it a fuss or to whisper, It's a thing where you should be pampered. People, call it unnamed in public, Taboos you know! With taboos come myths unpleasant, Some, not to sleep on bed, Some not to touch the loaf of bread, Some not to touch the God under the shade. Some not to touch the pickle jars, To have it not rotten and by keeping it hidden, To prevent it

From the moment I knew that I was a girl, I realized my life not being easy at all. I knew there will be cuts, I knew there will be fights, Fights to struggle and survive, Fights to stand for the rights. I knew my body would have flaws, I knew my body would be craved for, I knew I would bleed each month with pain, I knew I would have a soft heart to be strained. I knew that I would be pleased with ease and honesty, I knew that I would have to be faithful towards family study. I knew that there will be a boundary around, I knew I would have to work double the ass to make self proud. I knew I would be judged by others' airy words, I knew people will influence me to like guys who are "studs". I knew that my opinion would matter a little less, But none of you know that this body is my bless. A bless of beautiful smile  A bless of strength, A bless of fortune, A bless of prosperity, A bless for giving life, A bless for happiness soon, An epitome of