There is no scar on the sun!

It flew to the sky
And finally sink
Down in water
People probably don't
Like it much
As it appear quite hotter
But have you ever notice
It's donation that it made
For the moon
Otherwise it mustn't shine
When day turns to soon

When it start to rest in colds
They want it to fly
And when it goes up little high
You want it to die
Can I ask why
I mean just look at moon
It sometimes didn't appear
Have you ever raise questions
Against it
Or you think of the sun
Is the only one shit

Just like a female child
Who isn't so fucking wild
But always been neglected
By the society
And son always been considered
As the symbol of purity

Atleast for once go feel
It's shine
You will know
The meaning of Divine

When it change its colour
You got afraid
You don't like noon
But are fan of sunset
I like sunset too
And much adore it's calmness
But what you say about red colour
Which is not always harmless

All its rays are of new hope
Which enters in every one's life
And mark to the new beginning
Every morning
When it woke up and rise
And converts all the dark
Into peaceful light

                                        Pragati

She

She is like a sand

which is blowing
with the wind
and goes
To the sky
And in depth
Of Ocean
in search of
Love...

      

             Pragati

Tears

Screaming inside the eyes 

finally it came out

Flowing peacefully

Not dare to shout...

It's the flowing water

That rolling down on

Cheeks

Every passing second

It makes me so weak

Along with thousands of sob

Which are refusing to disappear

Everytime I wipe it

Somehow it reappear...

Then I Bury my face

And supress all the feeling

But there is no way

To stop this rolling...

These are my hidden feeling 

That I'm hiding from you

My tears are not fake

Their words are really true..

Everytime I close my 

Eyes

Tears come out

Flows peacefully

Not dare to shout...

                            Pragati

Are you true?

It's like I'm avoiding you
No I am not
It is my heart
That don't want to talk
May be it's your words
That made everything worse...

Sun is dying now
The bloody sunset
in front of me
Slowly disappear behind the tree
I was sitting alone
Somewhere lost
It was when I realize my cost...

Now the moon has born
And stars twinkling along
Although it is a dusk 
But is a dawn for me
Cause it heal me up
As you could see
A lifeless statue
Starts to breathe
And when I woke up in the morning
I found you on your knees
Proposing me
With a red rose in your hands
Which was breathing too
Exactly same like my lungs...

Then I notice those thorn
That was made to hurt
Just like you
A bitter true
But I accept the rose
which signify love
With it's beautiful texture
It signifies both smile and tears
the perfect mixture...
                        

                          Pragati

Overies before brovaries

Here....my this blog is not a poem but something Deep... something unsaid ...something realistic... something true...these words are the inner voice of a girl

Always I do write poems and share it with you guys but here I just want to share some of my thoughts.....

Here this blog is fully dedicated to all the respected female...

I'm a true feminist and I hate society thinking being girl is a curse....we are not curse we are bliss for all those families having girl as their family member.....we do have potential to do whatever a male does....we could run businesses as perfectly as  man does.....we could stand on borders and fight for our country....we could fly plane....we could be an honest citizen...we could do everything.....but only after when we are provided with a chance to do so.....

We girls are not allowed to study abroad..... every parent send their son to study in other countries...but we girls are always neglected by the society.....Even though we girls are not allowed to study in our own country....why is it so?.....we are the future....life wouldn't exist without us....

We girls are not allowed to go out when there is no Sun in the sky.....being protective is ok but here I'm not getting one things why are you sending your son for nightouts....Is it for to go and rape?

If you are afraid of a girl being raped...you ought to afraid about sending a boy out to commit this hell...

And here we aren't allowed to wear short dresses to protect ourselves from being molested by some MALE...

Why didn't you taught your so called son to respect girls and shouldn't perform these wrong deeds....

If you only start accepting girls as bliss for your family...no girl would get punish for the sin she hadn't done....no female foeticide would take place....

Here I'm requesting to all you to share this article as much as possible to blossom this positive thoughts in minds of every non feminist that having a girl child is a blessing....we should respect this strong creature who face so many problems in their life and is a great fighter....she is an inspiration....she is a life gifting one....❤

Pain

Deep inside me

with a pointed knife

You have end my precious life

Broken pieces of mine

Now lying on the bed

You never know my pain

Even after my death...

           

                                 Pragati

broken

Lying on my bed

I was trying to sleep

I dont know why but

I started to weep....

   

Tears were rolling down 

Without making any sound

Perhaps to heal the hidden wound

Which won't get heal up so easily

But could kill inner me quietly

Suddenly my heart skip its beat

I stopped to weep

My lips felt breathless

And my eyes looking dreamless...

                                       Pragati