A letter to a bully

letters, Poetry, Writer life

Dear Bully,

Don’t shy away dear or be scared

Pouring out profanities isn’t my motive here.

But here are a few questions

To which I seek answers.

While you go around acting all that scary

Stealing people’s lunches

Making them feel low about themselves

Why do you do it?

Does it make you better about yourself?

Is it how you hide your own insecurities?

Why would you rather be hated than,

Making some pretty awesome friends?

Or do you think you’re better than the rest?

That hurting others is your birth right?

Why goes on inside your head?

Why do you behave so bad?

Sometime I pity you

Your inability to understand humanity.

Why would you rather be hated?

Don’t you want to be adored too?


Just a curious girl

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

Strangling Curiosities

Poetry, Writer life

As I look into the deep blue sky

I wonder, why is that colour called blue?

Why not green? Why not red? Or any other name?

Who came up with that word?

We call our nose, ‘nose’

We call our mouth, ‘mouth’

But who came up with all these words?

How did the language system begin?

How are the rules of the world set?

How does everything happen?

Why don’t we have wings?

Are their mermaids in the ocean?

As I went on asking these

‘Don’t ask stupid things!’

That’s what people said

Strangling my curiosities.

Twinkling eyes full of wonders

Curious mind full of question

I went on and on

My curiosity knew no bound.

Even now I’ve got questions

I wonder time to time

But I simply brush them away

Strangling my curiosity.

Am I killing the kid in me,

By strangling my curiosity?

Is this how we grow old?

Or is it just me?

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