I was with me

I was with me!
Some silence filled the space,
Some thoughts wander inside,
my love wrapped in lace
to conquer the lover who reside.
With some misty memories
I woke up last night,
Seeking for your presence
and to hold you tight.
But for this time, my heart said a hello,
Drove me through the galleries of marsh and mellow.!
I felt my dry skin and,
dark circles beneath the hopes,
opened the door to freedom
and clothes on the floor.
Walking through the tiles and water all over,
I was in a different world just after a shower .
Perfumes, creams and naicolor
all delighted to see me in my best bubble.
For me, towel was maximum what I need
Becuse all curves and crescent know my deed. Neithr lusty nor love ,
just a white little angle with a dove.
Every drop on my body
embraced the skin tone ,
pearls, sapphires and diamonds
all made their home.
A soft stroke of rashes
here and there ,
added some textures
to create a flare.
Signing, swinging the dark vanished.,
the sun crowning my thrown,
and proud of the empire I established.
Among the hours of
scratching your thoughts,
I found a mixture to heal my spot.
I missed the thought of missing you this time.,
Coz all I was equipped with the “me” of mine.♡
– isha mridul

I wanna get away with it.

I wanna get away with it.
My day seems to stop
and all good things seem to paralyze
when I see it.
Like any other random story
in the newspaper or
a burning trend on my screen scroll.
Everything is changing in a rush!!
I’m amazed!
Stuck in a generic version of my constants.
Is this so real??
Healing is so easy now a days,
probably that’s the reasoning
we’ve been hurting alot at one time.
You know what exactly we need to fix?
The contemporary design of life.
No matter how restless a moment is,
just don’t hold.,
But rush to a cinematic reality
sipping a coffee!
As if all we are messed up at,
is synced with the locations!!
This growing up is really fast.
A massive desire to get into
attention and hearing,
while shutting down the whisper next door.
How hippocratic was oath when moral science class were scheduled?
Absolutely nothing like that.
‘Wait for your turn’,
‘stand in a line’,
‘destiny delivers the doers’ etc etc.
But ‘life is precious’ is still my favourite.
Like the sun,
being this, the life need to sparkle
and around it;
revolves my planets of passion.
This is how we are designed!
Rather the hustle is to produce a life
out of some stray lunar luxury
that traps our own self into an eclipse.! Meanwhile ,
Tapping love to ‘missing the Maldives mood’.
And the scribbles on a Saturday noon.
We all wanna get away with it!!
this dragged amazement
doesn’t inspire many,
it just re- establishes the notion
as to sun revolves around the planets.,
and wonder on the fact that it doesn’t.
-isha mridul

The Show must STOP!

We live in an era of global acrobatics, which means any stunt around the corner is a major highlight of the hour, top trends on a 6inch scroll, biggest trauma of the day and a subject to many activists. To be precise, I’m talking about #rape .Isn’t it very late from the evolution of genders ,to realising their fashion, passion and aggression in general?? Numerous post, art and poetry have been published, and appreciated depicting the vulnerability without pulling out the mistakes and making firm stand to resolve them.
None of us can actually make a change,in singular, but we have seen massive human floods and enormous inflow of political intelligence after every five years which creates a probable result! Several horrifying strikes, political day offs, economic turmoil which manages to get a prime time discussion., but why not #rapevictims get a red frontline??
A random swedish girl questioned you from a subject you ignored since childhood, and many major strikes and march chocked the roadways. It was nothing personal, but a global naural alert.
Are not women and her existence very natural and organic?? Isn’t she the very essential to generation to survive?? Then why not such shameful acts provoke atleast some aggression to stop and knock down the entire functioning of the nation! Why isn’t it so huge that it spreads deeper into the illiterate brain cells.?? We call ourselves digitally active & informed where all we could do is make tiktok and porn easily available.! Why is it that the ‘Instagram down’ has to trend top? And a complete hijack of humanity still struggles for fame?? when will candles stop lightning the photographs?? Why is it still the most ridiculous yet rampant thing ? Why aren’t we in anyway forcing our Dear PM @narendramodi to table some antirapist bills? Howcome several events are being held normally without the accused being sentenced?? Are women not working?are women not being harassed??are women not worried to walk alone??
If yes,then howcome we are lost these under hashtags and trends? We need to STOP AND SHUT this brutal show!
-isha mridul

I didn’t do much

I didn’t do much.

Walking along the street,

waiting for a greet

the talk last night,

didn’t hold me tight.

Just one look ,and it took

all the me away from me.

Why did you go? You dressed like hoe.

Creeps of town

would drag me down.

Some comments about,

why I didn’t shout.

But what to tell ,when all is well.!

This dark is bright

with party light,

screams of anxiety smooched me hard,

lipstick smudged and skin torn apart .

Cupcakes of care,

icing with dare

my toy looks scare

which is just so rare.

Car stopped, my senses dropped

Suffocated to smile

and anger gripped high

pulse rate just graduate ,

consumed my now, spinned somehow

A knock on the door,

but I down the window

it’s not my room rather a market of melon.

My brain tossed me again,

toured through a tale of clever pain

Head tricked an obvious win,

the memories of lovely crafted sin.

-isha mridul