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May 28 – World’s Menstruation Hygiene Day

I wait for it every month.
I know it aches, but still I wait.
A bleed or a curse or a shame?
After all a bleed, may be; I still wait.
Assuming it to be a good sign,
I endure that pain.
As if knifes striking my lower back,
needles pricking my abdomen,
and heavy soreness on breasts,
my sins are washed away as blood, on the cotton pad.
I sense a sort of inconvenience between my thighs,
as the blood stains were outspreading.
I wake up before anyone to take bath,
so that nobody could smell the disgust on my body.
I wrap it inside a black polythene,
because I don’t want to be judged on that.
I question, are these the cry of women’s body?
Nevertheless, this one week of vital blood
served me the sentence that I’m a complete woman.
Yes, those impure blood is the reason behind every pregnancy.

Women must be brave enough to say they’re off at work/anywhere because of menstruation, instead of hiding behind headache or back pain. It is always better to show the world we are courageous.
Red Dots are Pride. Be proud!

© Yashica Priya

November 19 – International Men’s Day ❤

Speaking about the reality of today’s world, most of us discuss so much about women, their strength, how important they’re to the society, and about feminism. We rarely talk about men and their importance. Just as how a woman play major roles to bring up her family, men take equal and hardest pressure to lift every member in it. If women are strong in one way, men are stronger in many ways.
On an estimation of woman’s achievements, a theme about men should also be contemplated equally.
So, how back-breaking is it to breathe as a man?
It is not just a woman who takes care of the hardships at home, but a man who is being an initiative for all the resources.
If a woman is meant to build her home, a man is building his family. He is running to pay the bills and expenses.
He behaves as an armour to protect his people.
His unceasing efforts are neither seen nor exhibited.
He struggles at workplace. He strives hard for family’s welfare.
He runs the entire family; at the same time, he is being complained about the quality of rice. He enjoys the struggles to satisfy us.
He helps accomplish his son’s future, inspite of heavy burdens inside.
He is too concerned about his daughter’s well-being, just because the world is morally corrupted.
He carries a series of sensations to give a good life to his wife after 60s.
Still, he is judged on things that he couldn’t do.
Don’t hurt HIM. Be sure that you appreciate him for the million little things he does.
Always compliment them, be it a father, a brother, or a husband.
Because,
They care so much but they don’t understand the meaning of expressing it.
He leaves home everyday with a word “Take Care”.
He waves hand while leaving, but turns back once again to check if you locked home and got back inside.
He earns less, but brings home lots.
He says NO first, but later agrees with whatever you say.
He seems rude, but loves you secretly.
He restricts, but for the sake of goodness in future.
He never appreciates, but is always glad about your good work.

I have two special men in my life.
Firstly, my Dad. I’ve seen every little and tons of struggle my dad faced to give his two daughters and his wife the best life. He is a great inspiration and the biggest happiness to me.
Second, my Husband. Right now I see him thinking so much about me, my good and bad days, his career, our future. From being an irresponsible bachelor to suddenly being a perfect husband who started carrying a lot of responsibilities.
How beautiful these Men are!
He ain’t going to tell you “I love you” all the time. He might not be available to you when you need him. He won’t appreciate every meal that you do. He might miss an important plan with you. Understand. Understand his life, his pressure, and what he’s going through. Love him thoroughly with all your heart. Your actions or words shouldn’t add up to the burdens he’s already carrying. Let him know that he can come to you, look up to you, speak to you no matter how harder life gets. You’re his only companion and hope.
Thank the special men in your life every single day. They don’t need a reason to be greeted for. They don’t have a replacement. Amongst other men who rape and disrespect women, there are other gentle-hearted men out there who see a mother’s love in wife’s warmth, treat her well, respect her choices, listen to her broken stories, lift her up when she falls, hug her with silent prayers, and admire the purest beauty of womanhood right since his daughter is born.
Kudos to those lovely kinds! More love and peace to you.❤
Happy Men’s Day. ✨

© Yashica Priya

The Love 🍀

The language of love between us is holy and innocent,
as long as we shower this sublime benevolence.
I’m sure going to fall for you again and again,
since you filled the void in my life with immeasurable joy.
I’m blinded by your love, and we’re bonded with fondness, truly and deeply.
I just can’t resist telling you that you’re my everything;
Of all, my genuine goodness and contentment.
To you, I give the whole of myself, because you’re the best thing I ended up with;
a blessing I never had before.
This bond will be unstoppable and uncontrollable.
You’re the sunshine that gives me light,
and the gravity that holds me tight.
I’m your constant and you’re my permanent.
We both together are perfectly awesome.
My desires are very little, yet so strong;
Love me. Love me endlessly!
I’m incomplete without you.
Thank you for being the classic art of loyalty.
Your love proved that there’s a little piece of heaven on Earth.
My real zone of honest happiness,
I love you BEYOND THE END.

With abundance of Love, Joy, and Peace,

Proudly,
© Mrs. Yashica Priya. ❤️

An Imaginary City. ♥️✨

There is a city, deep inside my heart and in corner of my imagination.
It’s a beautiful place with colourful street light, and pink roads.
Our home is a little stone house,
with cute wooden furnitures and ceramic culinary sets.
Painted in the theme of black and white colours.
We have curtains of solid silver and black metallic balls,
which make happy sounds whenever we slide it across.
There’s a little pond with colourful fishes and two beautiful crotons.
It was a perfect evening to take a walk to the city’s beautiful market.
Little kittens and puppies running around the street corners,
with a layer of rain water covering the land,
and the Love of my life beside me.
A small hut and a old lady selling raw mangoes and amla,
we sprinkle some paprika and salt on it, to give our taste buds a high spice.
Other corner had a man grilling hot chicken tandoori.
Meanwhile, our floral transparent umbrella dripping rain water on the sides,
touching the waist and thighs.
I look above and see the nature spilling it’s blessing on us.
The road looks empty,
just with us and few people taking their way to reach home,
and two sparrows searching for a shelter.
My hair clutch was sliding down, and his watch dial covered with droplets of rain water.
With calmness around, no unnecessary volumes of anything, and his hand holding mine,
we look at each other with undefined smile and love.
There’s no secret in the city,
neither in our hearts.
We converse about all the things we see on the lane, and speak out all the words from heart.
On reaching home, I take my way to the kitchen to prepare his favourite Elachi Ginger Tea.
I pour it in a mud cup, reach him to the balcony, sit on the cushion sofa, and admire rain water dripping down through the roof.
No hiding, no magic, no lies,
but to hold hands, stay around, pull waist, talk about life, and smile together.

An Imaginary City of Love and Togetherness. ♥️

© Yashica Priya

Eiffel Tower, She the Beauty 💌

The highway in the close of day sounded much.

The euphoria of beaming physiognomy added pleasure in bunch.

Taking a walk to the Eiffel Tower,

she checked out to be stunning.

Among the darkest side of the world,

she stood high above all, covering the views in glaze.

With ravishing dazzle and brilliant lustre,

she was grabbing the emotions of million hearts.

As a woodland catching flames of fires,

she dressed up in yellow and multiple lights at the nightfall.

Posing the same way her entire life,

nobody had the lack of concern looking at it.

The firecrackers blasting above her,

she stands like a King without fear.

She is definitely not an abstract,

but absolutely the real smasher.

© Yashica Priya

The Right Love

Oh my love, the right and last love of my life.
The way clouds start splitting up into small cotton balls and go fading,
giving clear vision of sky blushing with the brightest sunshine to the world,
in the same way you ended all my miseries by coming in, giving beautiful colours to my life.
Waking up with burdens has now been replaced with unexplainable happiness,
as you promised to give me loyalty and your time.
This love is so divine, so soothing, and so blissful.
I’m longing for the passionate feel of being wrapped around your arms;
but it makes me long for more whenever you’re not around.
Hot balls of fire striking my head while you move from me,
adding burns to this fragile heart and taking away all my peace.
This isn’t a let-it-go kind of bond,
but a bond that deserves standing by and accepting the hardest pain.
Wanting to be with you forever could be my only everlasting wish now and always;
I want to hear you breathe, sense your instinct, feel your touch, and completely inhale all the love from your soul.
I just want to scream to the universe about my dreams with you, and stand by you to make all your wishes come true.
Just like how snow pours out slowly and slightly but covers the land fully,
I want to shower bits and pieces of good moments on you and make your life complete.
You make me go crazy, and it’s worthwhile to travel every moment of life with a person like you.

© Yashica Priya

Breastfeeding

(World’s Breastfeeding Week; August 1 to August 7)

Cute little soul,
wrapped inside my arms.
The soft fragile head with fluffy baby hairs,
tiny fingers and toes,
and silent breathe with a raw fragrance on body,
giving me sweet gestures on my lap.
I understand that empty tummy whenever I’m given special glance from my baby.
I eat food to secrete enough milk on my breasts for my baby.
Every drop of milk that I give is filled with enormous love.
I wake up at least thrice in the middle of the night to breastfeed.
I don’t sleep properly but I don’t care,
because all that matters to me is my baby’s health.
I crave for rest but try to push out those thoughts from head.
My nipples become sore,
and ache everytime my baby sucks in milk.
They’re not just milk but a strong magic.
It makes my baby’s skin glow by nourishing.
I wear comfortable clothes accordingly
so that I should be ready to unbutton them anytime when my baby is hungry.
A strong bond is built between both of us,
as we share happy stories at those intervals.
A year so close with my child, and
the warmth and love shared would last for lifetime. ❤️❤️❤️

© Yashica Priya

Old Age

“Did you see my skin?
Did you notice my wrinkles?
I don’t matter to everyone like before.
I rarely get attention;
and sometimes not at all unless I ask.
I don’t run to the kitchen these days,
as I couldn’t do that with this energy.
My joints ache so badly,
but I don’t complain to anyone.
I slip down most of the time,
because I’m not able to balance myself.
I wear a simple faded cotton jacket on my lose skin.
My muscles shrunk;
my hair turned grey;
I started losing my memory.
The scars are the deep wounds inside my heart that nobody listens to.
I still remember that pretty face when I was eighteen.
I have surplus amount of love for my family,
but sometimes I break down as my days come to an end.
I long for peace;
but mental agony of loneliness haunts me.
I want to live so much here forever,
and unfortunately there are a handful of medicines on my table.
I’m preparing myself for the last day.
Please don’t cry when I leave, but miss me at least once sometime.
Maybe when you see my bed empty,
or when you see my walking stick on the corner of a wall,
or when you look at a family group photo,
or when you see my favourite old song.
I love you all.” ❤️

© Yashica Priya

Emotional Blockage of a Single Mother

(Suggested by a friend)

Here’s to a single mother, who is emotionally depressed and mentally getting stronger.
Oh, she is beautiful and simple.
Pretty by face and more beautiful by heart.
Life shouldn’t had done this,
so cruelly.
The hands that’s been holding her wasn’t there anymore.
A sudden struggle with the flow of regular lifestyle.
She’s now the one who wipes the tears of her children when she herself is crying to sleep peacefully.
She wakes up in the middle of night to check if everyone is fine.
She accidentally dials to her husband, and then realises he’s no more.
She doesn’t eat healthy, yet prefers to make the best meal.
She’s killed alive with the sympathetic gaze from others.
Left all alone, to raise her daughter.
She blames herself for no reason.
Something often reminds her of her husband, and she simply wipes away her silent tears before anyone could see.
A sense of a strong soul is always around her.
The passionate presence of their past togetherness.
She loved dressing up in her man’s favourite colour saree, but now she’s hiding them all inside the wardrobe.
“She leads a normal life now”, everyone says.
No I don’t; I really don’t“, she whispers to her heart.
She takes care of an entire family without a support system.
She developed all the superpowers to build a happy paradise.
Is it their daughter’s fault to had missed her Hero?
Maybe it’s time for her to be the woman of the beloved family which her dad always wanted her to be, because she deserves nothing less, now or anytime later.

A feeling of compassion?
No; not at all.
I’m so proud of them.
Both of them are just Angels without wings.
So much love, dedication, simplicity, and hardwork. It surely would pay them miracles and blessings in future. ❤
Few people leave us soon because the world doesn’t deserve good people here. 🙂

© Yashica Priya

Heart and Soul

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(Just a thought)

She sat in the corner of the room,

asking where her happiness died.

The hunger of joy giving less hopes to life.

She cried to herself, all day long.

Nobody lent their ears,

adding injury to her fears.

Left alone and all alone,

she was paid a penny to her thoughts, at the drop of a hat.

Beating around the bush, changing pain into pleasure,

she felt honoured to be his last wish.

She stopped weeping over the split milk,

as her Prince charm costed an arm and a leg in a time of blink. 💋

© Yashica Priya

At the Beach, Alone

(On an imagination)

Beside the shore, I sat on the beach sand;
I noticed the waves rolling in and out.
The boats were at rest,
and tiny crabs playing hide and seek.
It was such huge sky, I looked up to.
The cold breeze hit my face,
making my hair messy,
as I started building my little mud house,
recollecting a part of childhood days.
With a feeling of a so-called architect,
to had built a cute building,
I see grains of sand covering the watch dial.
I dusted and rubbed them down,
and got up from there.
Whilst taking a few steps towards the sea,
I lifted up my white pyjama a little upwards.
A roar from the sea,
I saw a huge wave rushing near calming down,
and touching my feet for no reason.
It gave me a sense of getting pulled inside,
like wanting me there forever.
This felt to me like someone making me believe of promises,
and getting me drowned alive.
Consciously, I took a few steps back,
with a smile,
believing that I saved myself from an error.
I looked at the watch,
and decided to leave.
I put the sling bag on my shoulder,
and started to walk with mild thoughts on head.
Every step I took away from there,
I kept turning back to see my mud house.
On my last view on that,
all that I saw was my mud house being stamped on by people,
just like how dreams go shattered by mysterious circumstances.
I learnt that wherever we go,
all that we leave are footprints, and all that we carry are memories. :’)

© Yashica Priya

The Wedding Promise

I would like to wake up early that day,
as my wedding would be all set to happen.
To enter into a man’s life,
seeking the smoothness of togetherness.
The breeze partying hard and the dark waves spilling on the sea,
giving the satisfaction he’ll be right next to me.
I’m longing for being paved around his arms,
setting fire to the signature hugs.
I would forever wake up to reach his feet,
and feel the intense touch of my love.
There lies a hope in my heart that we’ll remain to be the best couple in our 80s,
floating in the stream of happiness.

© Yashica Priya

Shadow of Love

You be my soul.

My eyes, the window, that opened wide,
looking at the real genre of love.

Bliss I felt, as my lips curled and eyes fainted gently in blush,
deliberating that you’re shaped for me.

You being the vigorous armour a man can be built of, to protect his woman.

Having me worried as the days pass by,
your absence added thirst to my life.

While I was craving for you,
the indulgence of pain and freezing emotions stood still.

The resonance of thunder stroke my ears,
morning shades waking my psyche,
glow of sun kissed my face,
by ripping apart the insecurities, I admired the raw pleasure.

As my conscience screamed loud,
I woke up to the delight that you are anyway mine❤

(Just an imaginary poetry) 🙂

© Yashica Priya

Childbirth (From a Mother)

A pale shadow of thoughts

from the moment I conceived.

With scissors and instruments beside me,

and masks hiding a few faces,

I didn’t care if it was normal or a C-section.

I only prayed for you to come out safe.

Much pain and many happiness combined,

you were taken out from my womb.

As I was laying in the labour ward with eyes closed,

in the unconscious state,

all that I heard was the mild tone of your cry.

“Oh, that’s mine, that’s mine. That belongs to me”, my heart whispered.

The white-waxed substance covered your body,

which was your first blanket.

You had soft black hair,

little feet and tiny toes,

and two hands folded holding nothing.

You were handed to your dad.

His hands shook, with happy tears.

That well-built man didn’t know to carry you,

in spite of really wanting to.

You sustained life for a year,

with those minimum quantities of milk.

Those breastfeeding sessions, between you and me,

we had secret stories.

In the whole little world, for mom and dad,

you became our responsibility,

the real purpose of our life event. ❤️

© Yashica Priya

Menstruation

Dedicated to all women♥️

I wait for it every month.
I know it aches, but still I wait.
A bleed or a curse or a shame?
After all a bleed, may be; I still wait.
Assuming it to be a good sign,
I endure that pain.
As if knifes striking my lower back,
needles pricking my abdomen,
and heavy soreness on breasts,
my sins are washed away as blood, on the cotton pad.
I sense a sort of inconvenience between my thighs,
as the blood stains were outspreading.
I wake up before anyone to take bath,
so that nobody could smell the disgust on my body.
I wrap it inside a black polythene,
because I don’t want to be judged on that.
I question, are these the cry of women’s body?
Nevertheless, this one week of vital blood
served me the sentence that I’m a complete woman.
Yes, those impure blood is the reason behind every pregnancy.

Be proud my pretty ladies!

© Yashica Priya