From A girl who feels

By Anishka Jain

Feelings –how much does it take to feel? What do you do when the emotions cremated deep inside your insatiable souls, muffling their wails, crave to be penned down?
Words help us paint pain into poetry. It displays an urge for a stronger want worth fighting for, as it gives humans a more powerful desire and the will to make an unerring change, the world is in need of today.
This book takes a stand for the difference and exception in each individual and the particular way sanity makes him feel.
In a globe of "Exceptions are not examples", this book displays sentences that carves out the fact that, "Exceptions are the best examples."
There are no stereotypes to strength. When you're weak, you posses the potential to be stronger than ever before ' cause it is in despair that you lose faith in hope and make things happen on your own.

• Language: English
• Publisher: FanatiXx Publication
• Release date: Mar 8, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201567538

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Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of author’s imagination or have been used illustratively and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Anishka Jain asserts all rights to be identified as the author of this work.

A Missing Emotion

I miss my lips curling into curves

Like the rim of the moon

Gleaming against the dark

Unfolding the marble staircases of joy

And climbing the high of happiness

I miss my jaws unraveling itself

And my spine arching backwards

With hormones exploding in my mouth

My stomach flinching

With series of laughter

Barging into the air

I miss my insides

Resonating with energy

The giggles gurgling up to my throat

Like bubbles in a cola bottle

Popping on the surface of despair

I miss dancing underneath the shower

With the foam lathered to my skin

Like a smile concealing the pain

Throwing my arms at anyone

To pull them in a hug

I miss happiness to be precise

Or is happiness missing from me?

I was 7 when it looked all strange

Sleeping on the high clouds but now all changed

It took me time to digest that they were fake

Just like the smoke I used to hate while chilling down lake

I am 15 now, feet numb in the cold water

My fingers holding a joint and stared at by someone's daughter

I remember covering my eyes when the hero would scream so loud

Popcorn and soda - that's what a movie was all about

I am 15 now ,smiling at the blood smeared blades embedded in my wrists

Tears bleeding down for the villain and a broken heart falling into bits

Those tight hugs from dad and forehead kisses while in sleep

Painting his face with yellow still shakes me to my teeth

I am 15 now, lying alone in my bed, gazing at the dark

My skin ,sore for love, caressing all its black ugly marks

I remember crying for boxing gloves when I was 5

Those punches, kicks and blocks were what made me feel so alive

I am 15 now, fighting for the justice which can never satisfy

The bruises in my soul and the courage that was liquefied

I yelled at my parents to leave me alone

I wanted some space but that time has gone long

I'm 15 now, begging to fill up the hollowness in me

Searching for the myself in me that I was supposed to be

I remember putting a live till 100 in my bucket list

I'm 15 now ,a rope around my neck and a stool that eventually tips

An Enigma of Emotions

Nobody could discover the cosmos

Undulating in her head

One adorning darkness with her affliction

She