Posted in #blogging, #life, A girl’s life, Being a girl, Woman, Writing

Woman: A Bleeding Marvel!

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Mom what are periods?”
Asked a 13 year old.
(Looking puzzled)
“You will know when its time”
Answered the mother perplexed with a simple question.

This is not so common now a days but still a common scenario of every second household. I know this because I asked that question to my mom once and I got the same answer.
Although I already got to know about it from my friends I still wanted to ask that from my mother,Her not answering actually reflects the mindset of typical Indian females about menstruation.

What Menstruation or periods in simple term are?

After a certain age, a girls body start to have certain biological changes. After every 28 days or so, the uterus sheds the extra tissue lining which is formed for the egg to fertilise. And
Then bleeding stays for 5 to 7 days.
There is nothing mysterious that is happening In a girl’s body. And every girl must know about this from the very start.

Menstruation is a normal biological process that is as necessary as breathing or existing because that makes a girl a woman or wonder because it gives a woman power to create another life form. Isn’t this the most fascinating thing?
Then why is it not talked about or why people aren’t open about it or why people are disgusted about periods.

Afemale bleeds for 5 days and still carry herself, isn’t this astounding?

Not only mothers, why aren’t fathers concerned with this? Why not brothers are taught about this? Why not all the boys are taught about this wonderful process?

Why periods are still a taboo?

People In a family dread to talk about periods. Due to various illogical and non sense reasons periods are considered impure or when a girl is on her periods she is unclean. The blood stain if seen is considered dirty and fill the girl with shame? And why? Beliefs that are just imposed upon from ages. Connecting periods with religion and culture make it difficult to talk about.

It’s nothing to be discreet about!!!

Periods are something to be celebrated but because of people’s unawareness even girls feel ashamed of the fact that they bleed. It affects the girl’s mind not about just menstruation but her body too.
And it can impact on their sexuality as well.

The point I want to stress upon here is that menstruation should be discussed openly so that every father, every brother, every Friend, every husband and every son know the fact that how much a woman go through, and how it is just periods and nothing to be ashamed of and when In need they know what and how to help the woman in their life.

Give her comfort and a smile!

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So that No girl is ashamed to talk about her biological cycle, or hides the pad inside her bag, or is not apprehensive of buying pads from a male, so that every girl can feel comfortable with her being herself.

Yes, we bleed and yes somehow this humanity is existing because of the fact that a girl bleeds.

The Lost Soul

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Posted in #blogging, #life, Self love, Strength, Writing

Perfectly Flawed

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“She got that sexy figure”
“Oh her perfect curves”
“Eww! How could be anyone that thin?!”
“She needs to workout on her”
“Oh! How fair she is”
“Will you ever get someone? With this complexion of yours? “

These are few of the random things knowingly or unknowingly, intentionally or unintentionally we speak or hear or use. There’s a thin line between complimenting and commenting and people often forget that.

I have been dealing with inferiority complex issues all my life. And then anxiety due to that, Not feeling happy in my skin. I always had problems with how I look or my complexion or my hair or my weight and somehow it was all connected with the fact that I often heard such expressions around me, for me,and it started to creep in my personality. I always thought I am not good enough.

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I am not here to talk about my problem or my issues or to discuss about body shaming but their were so many thoughts in my mind and I just felt like sharing them here.

Beauty is something over rated in our society from centuries and is mostly connected to the second sex, yes that’s what we were called, females.
And we girls often just give in to this thing which we are taught from the beginning like being a girl we have to look pretty all the time. We just start believing in what is there already  and we are never taught to question it.
I am not denying that males aren’t body shamed but not as much as a female.

Where does the problem lies?

Problem is Us believing.
Our belief  in the things which we are told about and taught. And us not questioning it. Why don’t we question why a girl need to look pretty? Why a girl with curves is sexy? Or why a girl with bigger breasts or large butts is hot? And why a girl with a tummy isn’t pretty? And why a girl with fair complexion is treated as angelic? Or why all of these are just attached with only the females?

The point I am focusing on isn’t that one should not maintain their health and fitness or look pretty, but what I mean is that it should be done but not for others and definitely not on the cost of deteriorating one’s mental health.
Girls start to have inferiority complex issues that create a deep impact on their personality from their teenage years which actually affect their lives till later stage in so many ways.
It creates complication for a girl in the personal front as a girl with such issues will always have a thought in mind Am I good enough? And questioning self worth is the worst thing a person could do to torture oneself.

What I want to focus here on is the fact that being beautiful will not have any importance unless that beauty doesn’t make you feel complete and whole in what and who you are. It won’t matter how thin or how sexy curves you have when to achieve that you lost your happiness and mental health or deprived yourself of the sleep or food that made you happy.
Everyone has flaws and the existence of humanity lies in the fact that we are tend to be flawed and no one has any right to question someone’s appearance in terms of their own set standards.
A Flaw for some may be a beauty for another.
No matter how you look, what colour your skin is or what weight you have or what size until the fact that it makes you smile  and feel comfortable and a satisfaction of you being you and that too whole.

As an individual what we need to learn is to love and accept  the fact that this is what we are and come in terms to whatever we are and embrace that. We all are just flesh and bones. Yes,being healthy is important or having curves or having or doing anything that makes you look good but only  till the point that it makes you feel cheerful  within you and your soul.

As a part of society what everyone need to learn is not to comment or compliment someone in a way that makes them think over it. That makes them question their individuality.

Being myself suffering from these issues have actually made me realise some of these things but trust me path of loving yourself isn’t easy and every day it feels like a defeat but somehow I am managing it and somehow I am moving ahead in it. I am trying to love me more and focusing on what I can do to enhance what I have and learning to love my flaws.
Because every one is flawed and that too uniquely.

Beauty is not in being just that pretty face but it is in the eyes and the smile of the soul which appears on the curves of the lips.

The Lost Soul

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Posted in #blogging, #life, #Poetry, Heart, Love, Writing

In the Twilight!!!

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Come closer to listen what my soul speaks 

But my lips couldn’t…..

Bring me back to life
Give me some more breathes
Love me a little more this time
Make me alive again
This life
This heart
All I could ever give
Have it all and just love me once
Love me once more
Make this heart beat again
Hold me together
Take away this pain
I did try
I tried
Try and try
To ease this suffocation
All in vain!!
I need you more
I want you
Will you please fill this emptiness?
Or Am I destined to be drowned forever?
Will this murkiness ever fade?
Or Is It just me who have lost all colours?
Do you hear my pleas?
Or shall I screech in the silence ?
Or is It ambiguous what I say?
Am I Lost?
Will you please find a way ?
Reach out to me
Take me out of this abyss
Will you?
I am screaming
And sinking
Shrieking
And screaming
And grieving
Hold my hand once more
Take me out
Show me the dawn
Before my heart sets in the dusk
Give me a rainbow
Give me life
Oh! Please one more time!!
Before I reach the horizon
Meet me once more
Meet me there
Be my earth
Make me your sky
Show me the light
Meet me one last time
Give me some more breathes
Just hold my hand
Embosom me
Meet me there
In the rain
And in the Twilight…..

@thelostsoul_writes

The Lost Soul

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Posted in #life, #Poetry, #void, Random musings, Writing

Falling into Nihility….

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Waking up each day
With the same darkness
That keeps on emptying
Whatever that is in me
All that is left
Feeling hollow

My heart sinks within
All I can see is black
And everything else
Is just blank
All the colours faded
They are fading still
Vanishing, as in an eclipse 

Like water evaporates
Happiness is all gone
This sadness engulfs me
The clock is ticking
Tick and tock
When will it be over
It’s killing
It’s killing
Why isn’t ending?
Why am I still living?
This pain
It’s enduring
This hurt
My heart
I want to leave
It’s not going

Let it go
Let it go
This lingering pain
It won’t leave
It will stay
Night and day
My eyes
They hurt
With all the rain
Everything is blur
I can’t see the light

The light?
Follow it
The voice says
I can’t
Deeper and deeper
I sink
Crumbling down in this ocean
Oh this abyss
This void
And in this murkiness
I sleep
Only to wake up
Each day
With nothing more
But this inanition
This vacuum
How it feels in this hollowness?


Blankness gawking at me
Me looking into
This barrenness
And I see me from far ahead
Like a shadow
Staring at my life, &
There I see nothing
But nihility…..

The Lost Soul

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I wish..

It’s been long I posted something. This lost soul was lost and still Is. I don’t know if anyone even remembers me or not.

There was this darkness I was in, I am still in.From last few months I was suffering from depression, I was doing all sorts of things to keep myself sane and

Nothing really was helping. I thought I will be fine but nothing was really fine because every day I was waking up with the same darkness and the same void. Everything seemed like nothing and that nothingness was becoming my solace.

I wasn’t able to write. Nothing was really coming into my mind.

I was blank and numb. I never thought I will let myself in this phase. This was and still is the darkest phase of my life. I am not finding any ray of hope.

I don’t know how I will be able to cope up but this blog helped me earlier and I think this will help me this time too.

I just hope I will be able to write here. Or just write.

I hope I could find myself.

I just wish.

I only can.

The Lost Soul

Posted in #life, Lost love, Random musings, Writing

Scribbling Heart…

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I truly love the way you smiled, and I miss all those moments still. Each second of those nights I spent with you is captured in the eyes of my mind.

A photograph I will always keep and won’t let it fade. There is still something that is left between you and me and that is why I miss you so bad each night that it hurts and it kills. Whatever is left, I so want it to complete because I need a closing you know. The way you left kills me each moment wondering for all those answers you never gave to all those questions I wanted to ask and I never did. You and me I thought were meant to be but we weren’t and you leaving like that clearly tells me that, then why is it that my heart still beats? and it still keeps on reminding me each day of you and that love we had. The way things are right now and the way we are apart I wish it to end,really. My thoughts for you and our memories. To end it all and to end the pain. With each passing day I wish I never had met you or wish I never had loved you. But we did meet and I did love you and nothing in this world can change this. One thing I can change is my love for you. I still do love you but that’s my love to do and you have nothing to do with it. I wish you all the happiness in the world and I will let it be like that only. I will never again want to see you because I know it Deep down, if once and only once I will see you again, I will fall all over again, and you will hurt me same again and I swear to God, I am able to live right now with your thoughts but after that, that single confrontation with you,I won’t be able to carry those broken pieces again any more and that will be the end to me and I can’t let it happen, I can not let that happen again, not anymore because thought it’s late,but I have realised this that this life is precious than anything else, and I want to live and to love myself the way I loved you because I know I deserve that kind of love and it’s okay if it’s not you, that is totally fine. I wish you to be away from me and from my heart because I know the next time my heart beats with you in front, it won’t be able to leave you and I don’t want that to happen I want to love myself more than I loved you ever and I will let it happen. I am broken but I know how to pick my pieces and smile and I am doing that and will keep doing that until I feel I am not broken anymore until I feel I don’t love you any more, until I feel I don’t have to love you, until I know it’s alright not to have you  and that day and that day I will want to face you and smile, because that day I will know I can live without you, that too without being broken… until then I will keep moving ahead and not look back and not miss the way you smiled at me….the way I truly loved…And then I will look in the mirror and smile not with the lips but with the happiness in the eyes…for that is all that matters now and forever….

The Lost Soul

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Posted in #life, #Poetry, #void, Heart break, Lost love, Writing

Flesh and bones

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There is nothing left
Just this blankness
And this flesh and bones
I am dead
And still I live
With nothing but
This emptiness
A clone
Of what I used to be
My heart is nothing
But a thing that beats
And that keeps
Me alive in what I thought
Was your love
But it wasn’t that
But a web of lies
And deceits..

Sitting on this rooftop
I saw beneath
And I saw myself
Lying there
Covered in something
A pool
That is red
And my lips smirk
A crooked smile
My hands shake
A cigarette lit
This darkness I see
And a puff of smoke
This white cloud I am in
Intoxicating me within
Loosing my senses
Smoking some more
Between my purple lips…

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This nothingness I feel
What are we all I think
A thing
With some flesh and bones
What we do? Except
To exist and to breathe
Loosing
Drowning
Drowning
Loosing
In this thing called love
Am I dead?
Or I live?
Flying under the thousand stars
Living again
Touching the sky
And with each smoke
That I exhale
I am scattering you too
And your memories
Smoke by smoke
Puff and some more
I burn them
Will keep doing that
Keep burning
All of it
Until there is nothing left
In my heart
Or my mind
Neither the flesh
Nor the bones…

The Lost Soul

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