#A Poem #Poetry

My Untold Story

The Story I Never Told 🥀

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I had a habit of being with people, surrounded by people all the time. But with time, this habit slowly faded away. I started living alone, not because I wanted to, but because I was helpless. And now, loneliness has become my habit. 🌙

I sit silently in my room, cry sometimes, talk to myself sometimes, become a speaker, become a poetess, become everything — but I never feel like giving up. I carry a lot of pain inside me. 💔

Sometimes, my body shakes while I cry because the pain becomes so overwhelming that my heart refuses to tolerate it anymore. So, it comes out in the form of anxiety, trembling, suffocation, and tears. 😔

But the moment I stand in front of people, everything vanishes like magic. I change completely. I behave childishly, laugh at everything, and act as if nothing is wrong. ✨

And people think, “What a beautiful life she has. She is so lucky. She is always so happy.” 😊

But just because I laugh doesn’t mean I am happy, because the tears of pain and the tears of happiness look exactly the same. There is no difference between them. 🥀

Or waise bhi “Hasde chehreya de dukh ni vekhe jande, ladle”.

I laugh in front of everyone while carrying countless battles in my heart, secretly fighting my own war every single day. ⚔️

I am living two lives, and honestly, I have no idea which one will win. 🌧️🌸

And I also don’t like telling people about myself. No… if the pain is mine, then I want it to remain mine only. I don’t want to share it with anyone. 🤍

Because sometimes it feels like sharing pain only invites sympathy, and honestly, I don’t want anyone’s sympathy. I am strong enough to fight my battles alone. I can build my life on my own. 🌙

And the saddest part is that even my own family is unaware of how much pain their daughter is carrying inside her heart. Somewhere, maybe they don’t even want to know. 💔

So why should I announce my pain on a microphone for the whole world to hear? I would rather stay silent and fight my battles quietly than explain my wounds to people who were never willing to understand them. 🥀

I am happy the way I am. 🌸

Menu ni chahida kise da sang, Menu ni bantna apna dukh kise de naal. 🤍

Assi apni duniya aap bana lawange,✨ Par apna ghar khud banawange. 🏡 Jhopdi hi sahi Lekin us ghar ke malik ham khud keh lawange.

Nahi chahida kise da ahsaan, Assi apne supne aap sajaawange. 🌙

Apne dukhān nu khushiyan vich badlawange, Te dekhna… Assi ikk din sachchi dilon khul ke hassange. 🥀➡️🌸

— Monika Mahadev

Thank you, Marziya🤩😍🌈❤️😇🏖️🌹, for such a beautiful prompt. I hope I did justice to your challenge.