The Moon of 2020

The moon loked down upon

As the virus did its task

And on its beautiful patched face

Resided a mask

It looked down

As earthquakes shook the ground

And when the floods swept everything away

He still looked down and frowned

As all work places shut down

And the schools lost their charismatic chatter

And soon students’ life was filled with

Laptop and mobile’s pitter patter

Theatres closed down

The screens lost their feel

Web series took over

And we were locked in the Beast’s castle

Just like Belle

Blogs opened

Plates were banged

The world was put in a lock and key

Protests happened

The moon then said,

“All in all it was eventful year, in itself

I bid you adieu now 2020

I hope your history

Doesn’t repeat itself!”

There was a funeral in my heart

There was a funeral in my heart

A burial in my brain

And I tell you for sure that very moment

Quite heavily it did rain

Where you would have said a soul exists

Now resides a grave

My insides are tearing them out

Outside I look brave

She lies there, inside the earth

Trying to tear her way out

I can hear her speaking

As she tries to talk me out

I want to do so

It’ll make things so easy

But then I remember

What made me so breezy

I remember her through hazy memories

As she tore herself apart

As she sulked around the house

How all the mess did start

Although, she is dead

I can feel as an emotion

I need to shut them down inside

To stop all the commotion

I can hear he speaking

“Happiness is an illusion”

But, now I want to try and live

That very illusion

I now know that I hear the grave speaking

And the grave isn’t me    


Don't you feel that weight,
Of not having expectations,
But of people having them from you?

Does it not feel like
An added responsibility?

I know it's good to have it
It means people think you are able
But, just the thought of
Dissapointing them is enough
To make it seem like a precious burden
To make tumultuous thoughts rise
To make the outere serene face
Hide the noise of inside
Don't you feel so?


I dived head first
Into the abyss of a sea
Of my mind
To explore the unexplored
To know the known knowns
And remember the unknown knowns
And gear up for the unknown unknowns
At first it had sunlight
That sparked and carried along
My words, that I speak
Before I entered a world
Guarded and protected
By the toughest barriers
Yet vulnerable
It started turning dark
I didn't want to go further
But, I needed to
Questions and What ifs
Were scattered throughout
Doubts and I can'ts
Took up the space left
It was the deafening silence
Of inactivity that surrounded me
The deep waters looked serene
They were not
I wanted to ask you
To inform me if you find the answers
Of these questions
But, I won't
For I wasn't a diver anymore
I turned into the glowing jellyfish
Bringing light to the deep sea

All bodies are beautiful vs Beauty does not matter

Media destroys a person’s self-esteem like a plague wherever it goes. According to the National Association of Anorexia Nervosa and Related Disorders, 69 percent of adolescent girls worldwide said “magazine pictures influenced their idea of a perfect body shape,” and more than half of these teenagers use unsafe methods, such as skipping meals, in an attempt to achieve that “perfect body.” Women everywhere suffer from poor body image and wounded self-confidence because of the skewed perception that they’re not beautiful. The “all bodies are beautiful” movement proposes to destroy the harmful, manufactured version of beauty the media has spun out, hoping to educate women on healthy body image and boost their self-confidence. Their methods include darling video campaigns from Dove’s “True Beauty” and outspoken support from full-figured celebrities such as Jennifer Lawrence who openly refuse to diet. It girls that they are beautiful no matter how their body is. 

Despite these undoubtedly noble efforts to boost person’s self-esteem, I can’t help but find something terribly wrong with the principle of it. Telling person they’re beautiful, always, no matter what, only reinforces the idea beauty is incredibly important. The idea of calling a person “ugly” is so appalling because somehow we have associated a person’s physical beauty with her worth as a person.

Society has tied physical beauty to self-worth, and, instead of attacking the idea that beauty is equivalent to a person’s worth, the “all bodies are beautiful” movement instead attacks the idea that some person are not beautiful. Let that sink in for a moment. These campaigns are not telling a girl that she is worthwhile no matter what anybody says. The campaigns aren’t saying a person’s self-love shouldn’t be proportional to how others see her. They aren’t saying appearance is negligible next to strength of character. They’re saying a woman should love herself just because she’s still beautiful and her body is beautiful.

Telling a woman she’s beautiful only makes her believe it’s important. A woman who isn’t beautiful and knows she isn’t shouldn’t bother herself with caring, nor should anybody else. Beauty is not important, and shouldn’t be considered a person’s most cherished compliment. The shape of their jawline, the size of their eyes, their waist size and the breadth of their nose does not determine their eligibility, good-naturedness and boldness. Don’t you think, beauty does not matter?

I say sorry to all girls I have called beautiful,

And not intelligent, eligible or warm-hearted

I am sorry to make you believe that being called beautiful

Is the best compliment ever

I am sorry that I was like the rest

I will change now

Call you bright, good-natured and brilliant

Not because I think you’re not pretty

But the fact that it doesn’t affect me

Nor does it matter


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