Ishani's Pen

 It is the 14th of Feb once again The day of love as they call it But till today nothing in love I gain What I planned for didn't get... When you had confirmed a 'yes' I had planned in my heart....the date This very day for the exchange of rings For the rest of our lives, we would celebrate! Alas! This was not be had On the day of love, I am again sad Tired of a V-day being alone A wish to be with you along Don't know why I still hope That you will again beg and mop We are bound by destiny, I believe Someday this date, together we will laugh And heave a sigh to relieve....!

  It is again that time When she had once again tasted sour lime They are again silent Even though She hoped the second time she wouldn’t repent..   How very naïve was she That she expected “I love thee” He didn’t return for attraction It was just an act of pity To her broken self He was just giving temporary sympathy.   Her favorite sound of “Serendipity” A believer in the signs of destiny Presumed the interactions as love Began acting as a “mated dove.”   Once again it is a no return With a shattered heart, she remained baren No more efforts, not a cry Not again will she try Even with the next lad in queue To whom she will paint herself in hue There is not an ounce of love left This is the actual destiny She had misunderstood signs, but now accept!   What was pity she took as romance Not once but thrice The hourglass is now empty without sand Weighed heart closes the chapter forever This goodBYE is…..“THE END!”

  In this modern era of technology, science, and development, we as a nation have not been able to get rid of the big taboo associated with women, “menstruation”. We still believe that during “those” days a woman is so unclean and impure that pickles rot if she touches them, and the lifespan of the husband of a married woman diminishes if she comes in contact with him! YES, WE STILL HAVE THIS THINKING!! The Govt., different organizations, NGOs are all taking rigorous steps and launching different campaigns to educate women and raise awareness among them on the importance of menstrual hygiene. But what about the menfolk – how educated are they about this aspect?? An immediate question on this would be that menstruation or ‘periods’ is a woman’s issue so why should the men know about it? Well, imagine a situation where a girl, traveling with her male colleagues, is completely unaware of her stained dress due to the early onset of her periods. What should be her condition now? It was so

 Those moments of togetherness With personal conversations The planning of future with playfulness Without any care and realisations... The period of courtship was brief Time and situation again became thief Our privacy we protect; all inhibitions gone For a family we would try from Day One! Even when our hearts beat together Days and nights we shared undivided Casual and serious stuff bared with each other Why then we still aren't united? The emojis revealed our feelings Speaking of strong attraction Once again you stirred my emotions Cooing to your every word like a dove But... Doubt lingers if from your end Wasn't there even a tiny bit of love?

                                                                                                                         It is again one of those times When only silence endures In love are beating two hearts Yet the next step no one procures…….   First he wasn’t ready, now isn’t his family Well, what about her? Just like the river water She just remains situation-friendly.   Arranged was the situation before But now there is love…yet Not for each other, they take stand ‘cz One believes in natural selection, other is destiny With aged parents, both avoiding a mutiny!   He doesn’t utter anything even to let her go To all questions, there is neither a ‘yes’ Nor a ‘no’; Life isn’t a bed of roses But.. Having a partner always eases So even if this isn’t choice, only necessity Shouldn’t they relieve each other that the wait ceases?!!   The memory of his first touch Still brings her gooseflesh and shiver Accepted him lifetime mate; didn’t