Burning cliffs

"Words left unsaid goes unheard"

 At times, We have a lot to say, a lot to explain, but words, they betray you. When a random selection of words becomes your introduction, and all what you speak was just an irony for your thoughts. When Sarcasm hides the actual meaning of your letters, and all what you mean was all what you actually said.

"Dude, you are breaking the rules"

Sometimes, somethings seems so unnecessary to even pay a heed upon, You rise you fall down, you laugh to yourself and get back up again. You hold every emotion, every sort of complications and falling within yourself. And soon, a time comes when all sort of those miscarriages get more than you can bear, And when you loose all sort of patience you had and that's the time when you rise again.

He's volcano

Rising and falling he went too high,

Unknown and unaware of the untold stories,

Smiling too hard he forgot to cry,

Laughing and chanting he had no worries,

( No worries...Haha)

So smooth and calm,

Despite of a bundle of milestones,

His life was dusk and his eyes were dawn,

His head too high,

To the horizon it rose,

Staring at him the night felt rough,

She wanted to, but couldn't escape

His looks were tough.

Like a glimpse of divine in the darkest hour,

He seemed too high like a drowning ship,

Life from his arms was slipping away,

He went deep down like a mind hunting freak,

He found those devils, those beasts he beard,

Deep down in his throat his own words travelled,

Boiling and bubbling was a big bright heart,

It had a lot, a lot to give,

But was bounded to keep his tongue short,

A box of lies with a bundle of truths,

Those letters with love and a pact beneath,

To never open up his heart, the way he feels,

He had nothing much to be proud of,

But those letters of liberty and a pact of chivalry.

A day dim bright was not too good,

He was getting insane,

No one knew the reason behind,

May be it was his heart, which couldn't reach up-to his mind,

The day turned dark, a pact was broken,
Silence to sympathy, loyalty to liberty,
He was turned upside down,
(He erupted)
And threw thing far, far where no one can see,
As soon as the day turned to night,
he was dispersed, and went out of sight

He's a Volcano, and "Volcano Eruption"
That's what he's known for,
But all what no one knew is,
Every time he erupts he fell down to his knees,
And every time he fells, he know he's gonna rise again,
Because,
Rising and falling, he goes too high,
Rising and falling, he lives he die.

Wanna be Happy, Oh yeah!! Lets be buoyant

Being a typical wanna be poet is not that easy as it seems to be, i.e. your entire work, your entire creation revolves around sun, moon, stars, rains and the rest. May be sometimes it becomes quite challenging for readers to go with the flow or to carry the patience till the end. Well! my most of the poetry stuffs is stocked of such thing. So, the one right below is not something from different race but something which had all of it. Because all what I've cultured from my life till now is that,
"Elegance of nature of worth admiring. "

So, here it is. a poetry which will allow you to flow along with it, which can make you feel that may be its misty, everywhere there's intense darkness lets pick a candle up. may you can't get everything the way you need them to be, but lets just accept what all we have, lets just accept the fact we'll have them someday better than the way they are today,and lets "Hope" that someday or the other things will fall into the places they are supposed to be.

Kuch Yuhin Seekh Liya

Kuch yun alvida keh gya humse ye sawan,

Ki uss dheemi khushbu ka intezaar mann mein hi reh gaya,

Kuch yun doob gaya ye suraj ki asmaan ko laali,

Aur ek sehmi si saanjh de gya,

Sawan ki raaton ka maza kuch aur hi hota,

Par iss bairi umar ka takaza ho pata,

Uske pehle hi iss sawan ka jhonka humari saari jawani le gaya,

Yun to raat ki tarah iss raat bhi,

Humare diye tale hi andhera hai,

Par iss akhri deepak k tale hi to humara basera hai,

Ankhon mein ummedon k taare jagmate reh jaate hai,

Aur hum har roz ki tarah yuhin muskurate hue so jate hai,

Humare to sapno ka rannk bhi apni hi ek duniya ka raja hai,

Unn sitaron se timtimati raat mein, 

Har roz ek nayi kahani sunata hai,

Raub to inka itna hai jaise hum iske sewak aur yehi humare khwaja hain.

A iss raat ki farmaish pe sawera kuch yun hojata,

Ki uss taron ki duniya ko ankhen khol k bhi ye mann bhool na pata,

Iss mann ki awaaz ko chilla-chilla kar ye baddbola har roz kehta,

Ek Ullas ki leher har pal zehen mein dodd kar dil ko choo jati,

Kuch yun ek anjaan ummang na jaane har pal hassti, gaati, khilkhilati,

ki usko dekh hum jhoom se uthte,

Kuch yun sapno ki duniya ko jeena ek junoon bann jata,

Ki humara har andaaz, har ikraar, uss ankahi khwaish ki gawahi dene lagta.

Par taaronka to kaam hi hai timtimana,

Kabhi jagmagana kuch yun,

Kuch yun ki kuch dikh hi na paye,

Kbhi kuch yun kho jana ki koi unhe dhundh bhi na paaye,

Aur ek din yuhin timtimate, jagmagate, har tara, ye har sapna toot jata hai,

Uss jhilmilati duniya ki khwahish adhoori reh jati,

Uss ummeed ki aakhri kiran iss sanjh k sath hi doob jati

Na jane kyun phir  baar-baar k tees ki tarah,

Vo dard uthne ki koshish karta,

Par yahin humari saari chaturayi iss dil ko dhool dikhati,

Jab har sitare ne humse apna muu modd lia,

Shayad tbhi humne iss subah k sulagte sartaaj se apna mann jodd liya,

Halaki yun sulgane ka dard unn gumnaam sitaron ki yadon se kam na tha,

Par kuch yun ek chalak mahashay humko keh gye ki,

Jinn sitaron ki tim tim tmhare naino ko jagmagati hai,

Ab unki vahi roshni tmhe har roz jagati hai,

Aur Phir kya,

Koi khud ko manana humse seekhe,

Jalte hue bhi jagmagana koi humse seekhe,

Ummeed to ye bhi nahi ki kal ka din hoga,

Par phir bhi Naye podhe lagana koi humse seekhe.

A Descant of Calmness

At times life gets so messed and so muffled that you find yourself in disgust, at times you curse yourself for being wherever you are and whatever  you are doing. At that moment all you need to do is, take a deep breath and feel the silence. Soon, you'll find that a person within you who wants to laugh, dance, who says, "Dude, common you can't quit, you need to fight we'll face everything together." When life bungles itself between truth and happiness, dreams and reality, relations and academics, love and trust, the only way to choose the write one is to self introspect oneself and search for what do you want, what do you need at that instant of time and the person deep inside you will help you get through it.

The composition below is nothing but a short and a bit typical experience of  facing that inner voice which was always right but all what he lacked was the courage to accept the reality. So, like an elementary human being he kept those dreams in fact those fantasies which never existed, and to convince himself he cursed everything he had and happened around for not allowing him to get what he wanted. His desperation took him too far and when everything he did screwed him up he was all alone and silence was ruling him over he found that, all what he had is a quartet of tears in his eyes and that voice which was always screaming from behind but he never paid a heed upon it, he felt the aura of that voice that inner soul, the soul he was, the soul he had within himself and that soul which was always RIGHT.

A Talk of Peace

Standing on the verge, hopes in mind

Searching a reason for being here,

For what he tried, and this what he had,

Everywhere its drab, and a dark harsh glare

A broken dream & a Person too lost,

In the midst of his ambitions,

he never accepted the gloss

With his dreams on fire,

he never looked down,

but, when came back to reality ,

he found himself in wane,

He was good for nothing,

he felt down and ashamed,

He felt he has got nothing but bundles of broken dreams,

but there was no one to console that's what it seems,

over an age he was chasing something that never existed

in the glimpse of of past his memory rested,

a heartbreaking silence took everything over,

his soul and his mind came a bit closer,

silence of words got lost somewhere

a dim, sweet and a dominant voice made him aware,

he learned, she taught

he slept, she slapped

he tried, she provoked,

he agitated, she motivated

and soon started an allocutions,

with harmony and conciliation,

An hour or so when his tears, dried on his face,

his eyes enlightened with an almighty grace

 he learned to live,

to thank to be thankful,

to be forgiven to forgive,

to live with traits,

and to love with no regrets,

To love bad times for what they gave,

To admire moments for the fact they came,

He felt too light, he found someone

his eyes got bright, he had it all

He got new thoughts to live and let,

his aura enhanced with a divine glow

his ambiance smoothened in a flow,

That voice inside can be your heart, your conscience or your soul

but mind it, at every point of time it will make you whole,

and whatever the situation can turn to

And i'm  not faking, just take my words

A talk of peace can make your world.

Let's Envision the certainities

Some things are so obvious, so certain that we never bother to even look at them, at every stage of life, every moment we live we have those things, we see those things, we feel them, we just love to be a part of them, but so heedless to actually get them, understand them. Well!! It’s getting quite filthy, so let’s get that straight.
We meet a no. of people literally “A LOT of” in our massively miniature lifetime and among those we can gossip on about all of them, we face bundles of assets & circumstances. At a stage it feels like everything’s just slipping out of our hands, while sometimes we feel like “The king of The world” but all what we recall are “those embarrassing moments and why god’s been so rude to me” thing. We never  see, we never give a glance at what’s actually real, something that’s True, we just love live in an abstract and hypothetical world of ours, where we “CREATE” people,  “CREATE” circumstances and then we try to live them, transform them into real world, and that is where we are actually uncertain about reality, we aren’t living but pretending to be a Happy Go lucky guy who never gives a damn and blah blah blah. Actually, we’re cooking things up, and let me tell you all of that cooked up stuff is always made in a chamber of pessimism.
What I feel is everything we see, we feel, is certain, up to a certain instant and up to a certain deadline. In this world of realities lies a world of philosophies, a world where we think, we imagine things, but we don’t imagine realities, where we don’t imagine certainties, But that’s what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna envision Certainties
It is a fact that out of every 10 people about 9 feels that they are having a very special and unique characteristic of “Nit picking”. They feel good, criticising people, finding errors in them, in their attitude, their features, even the way they walk, talk, eat, sit, & I guess if they’ll get the opportunity they can even tell you how to pee in a proper way too. Such people feel that what, they do is something very correct and instead of being critic they call themselves “Mr. Perfectionists”. Now among such people we've got two categories.
Staring,” Shit on you face” type, these type of people get the shit straight to your face. Like, it’s a normal day, everything’s just going good and suddenly a person comes to you and he’s like a 6 feet tall guy staring right into your eyes,
“hey!! Dude, you've got these new shoes.”
“Yup, 450 bucks”
“Disgraceful!, my friend’s got them for 250  you’re twitted buddy”
And I’m like, why is it so, that every time I deal a thing  your friend gets the same shit and it isn't enough, every time he buys a thing, all what he does is, “Call you to boast about what he bought”. OK! Let us consider he's either crazy for you or he's just a big admirer of your taste and marketing skills, but how it that's "None of my business". such conversations basically ends with a huge "Whatever", or "hmm".
Now, these kind of shitters are not that bad, because the best part of their shitting phenomenon is, it is a open and voluntary process. "Passengers are Only responsible for their belongings". These shitters have got that If you shit on my face I will shit back attitude and they call it "Instant feedback". Still, such shitters are much better than our second type of shitters.
Now, the second are most interesting type, basically found as women, but now-a-days this type is spreading rapidly among men. And these are “Lets shit together” type, they are kind of very dangerous people & they just "love shitting", they haven’t got that moxie, that courage, to speak up on your face, in front of you, they can become your dearest envies, admirers, and even they can call themselves your best friends, but as I told you they just LOVE shitting. Now people even call them backstabbers but they aren’t,

basically such people can just” shit”. And since they can’t do it on your face they’ll do this either with another personality or their favourite “Group shitting”. Now simply shitting with another person is so common for them but all what they enjoy is group shitting. It’s like, on a normal day, a bunch of friends hanging out,
“Bro, I need to tell you something.”
As you know these are typical cowards and can’t get the shit straight they always mold the asses.
“What’s up bro”
Now the one who’s the closest  to our leading shitter, always gets concerned and becomes the first to ask what the matter is.
“Let it be. I can’t”
Now our leading shitter plays smart, to fetch the attention of every nigga towards him. And in a moment everybody present there is looking at his face to get the shit out of him, and after a serious session of “Yes's” and “no’s” our leading shitter presents the shit in the best possible way to all the niggas.
“You know what, that guy so and so, he was trying to ablaze me against you and blah blah blah.
So, being the leading shitter, he shits turning and twisting but soon he convince everybody present over their to shit along & Soon, all of them start shit a shitting ceremony, and try to criticise about every single moment they had with that a guy who's so worthy that an entire session of hangout became not more than a public lavatory and at the end we have "A lot of shit".
So, all what I meant was life’s full of such shitters, they criticise you on every single step you take, all what you need to do is,
“Make sure you aren’t one of them.”
Because it’s all about how you look at thing, how you envision them, whether what you feel is closely related to reality or not, coz’ at the end of the day it’s all about how you Envision the Certainties.

Once in a lifetime

Being a social animal, we human have a lot of people around whom we know and talk to, they are divided, in fact grouped on the basis of various categories and among these groups exist a very special bunch of people, we call them  "Friends". Most of us have a lot of friends with us and our own world of friendship. Now, if we exclude that "Pyar mohabbat" stuff  you'll find a very special person in your friends, a person with whom you're like,

"When we're together, nothing else matter."

A person who will occupy about every single hour of your day and every bit of your priorities, a person with whom you can share like every emotion, and hings go like, you don't need to complete to make her/him understand what you are up to. Such people are called Buddies & best friends and such a friendship is called "Once in a lifetime friendship".

Har pal ko khul kar jeete hai hum

Sanson ko thame ummedon ki dor se,

Chal diye kuch yuhi ek chhor se,

Hothon par muskan to aisi hai

Jaise pattjhadd ki dhoop ho

Chehre ki laali ka kya kehna

Jaise yehi tera roop ho,

Har ghum, har pareshani ko mil kar sehte hai hum

Har aansu ka pyala aankhon se peete hai hum

Kuch yuhin,

Har pal ko khul kar jeete hai hum

Na koi parvah, Na koi fariyad hai

Inn chehron k peeche chup jati jo baat h,

Uss har shikwe ko bahon mein lete hai hum

Sath sath bhale raaste kam padd jayen

Par ek  dooje ke bina hum chal bhi  na paye

Shayad iss hi liye

Har pal ko khul kar jeete hai hum

Humari muskan ke peeche chhupa hua to raaz hai

Vo to pitare main bannd hi reh gaya

Na jaane kya hua jo ek dusre se laddte jhagadte, ruthte manate

sawan guzar gya,

Jab sath hote,to samay ki seema ko bhi kahan dekh paate hai hum

Kyunki apni diniya ke to raja  rani aur praja hai hum

Haan iss hi liye

Har pal ko khul kar jee bhar kar jeete hai hum

Shayad ek dheema sa nagma koi gunguna rha tha

Humen zabardasti rulana vo chah raha tha

Par yaron,

Har nagma, har gazaL, har gaana, kanon se kahan

ek dusre ke dil se sunte hai hum

Yehi to raaz hai ki

Har lamha khul kar jeete hai hum

Par haste gaate zingagi jeena asaan kahan hai

Har rishte ki umar ho jaati hai

Har dor mein gaanth padd jati hai

Jahan aaj mein hun shayad aaj tu bhi vahan hai

Par ummed pe kayam to ye saara jahan hai,

Rhenge hum Iss ummed ki dor ko thame

Humari muskan se phir barpenge hungame

Jiss din phir chal padenge unn hi rahon pe

Har chhre ki muskan kuch yun chura lenge hum

Kyunki haste gaate, sbko rulate hassate

Apni duniya ko sbke sath jeete hai hum

koi ho na ho

Har pal ko khul kar jeete hai hum

Turning Instinctive

Success and failure are two imperative and crucial altitudes of life. Each helps us to move a step forward. Achieving success is like Everything is good going. A phase in life comes when you feel like their's nothing to worry about, you feel as if your destiny is walking along with you. But no matter how lucky you are you ought to face that aspect of life where it says you'll curse your destiny, everything seems like going far away and theirs no way to get back that's where your heart takes over your mind. So, all what you need to do is, Take a deep breath, look right into the eyes of every complication and create your own chapters of life.

Na jaane iss din ki subah kb hogi

Har roz, har waqt, har lamha iss pal k beetne ki chah rehti h

Har ghaddi kuch yun raton ki khamoshi kehti hai

Na jane kab tak iss sannate ko sunn sunn kar raaten bitaoge

Na jaane kab tak Har waqt ek hi baat dohraoge

Jisse jana tha vo chala gya

Jisse ana hoga aa jayga

Kisiki khamoshi ka matlab dhundhte dhundhte 

kahin apni awaaz pehchanna mushkil na ho jaye

Ya apni awaaz ko hmesha sunte hue bhi

Unki samajhne ki adat na ho jaye

Har waqt khud ko samjhate samjhate ab mann odd sa gya 

Har raat ko yun hi doobte dekh ankhon ka sitara toot sa gya

Har roz jab chand dhundhla hokar dood jata

Ek dheemi si awaaz suraj lagata

Ek ummeed ki dor thame hun chalna shuru kar dete

Aur chalte chalte Har khud ko wahin khada dekh muskura dete

Na jaane aage kya hai

NA jaane peeche kya tha

Inn sawalon ko uss dor pe lapete hum yuhin khade khade din ko dhalte dekhte reh jate

Shayad, ek pal ka intezar tha

Ek chah poori hone ki aas thi,

Jaise har niwale k baad pani ki pyaas thi

Jaise sab kuch aage badd rha tha par pawn jamm se gaye the

jaise chalne to hum chahte the par thamm se gye the

Yum to har raat k baad din hota tha

Par ye bawra mann to ek subah k liye rota tha

Raton mein khamoshi aur din mein khalbali

par jo mann ko bhaye thi vo ek subah chulbuli

Har ratt din se aur din raat se yahi puchte reh jaate

Par inn nazakaton ke daman se uth nhi paate

Ek dusre ko aate jate dek khud mein hi muskurate

jab hr din ek pal sa lage

aur har pal mein saddiyan jee li ho

jab har har raat ko chaadar banna k odda ho

phr bhi aansu jamm gye ho

shayad tbhi ankhon ki patti khul gyi thi

ankahi baton ko smjhna aasan na tha

par ek koshish to kar hi li

khushiyon ko jeena seekha

haar ko dekh muskurana seekha

jo beet gya usko bhulana seekha

jo aane wala hai usko apnana seekha

"Jab tak tjhko pathh na padaya

tujhe mera matlab samajh na aya"

kuch yun ab to zindagi kehti hogi

Aur ab na jaane kab ye din dhalega

aur na jaane kab phr iss din ki subah hone ki baari hogi

Yadon ki duniya

We human being on an emotional level live i.e. survive in two type of worlds, "The real world" a world where everything actually exits, life, death, happiness, pain, emotions and apathy and the other one is "Our world" a place where everything is what we imagine, what we want and something which gets collected into our mind in the form of memories.

Iss duniya k pare,

Jo khwab the harre-bharre,

Iss duniya k sath,

Iss duniya k baad,

Ek lamha jo reh jata hai yaad,

Bannd ho jata h ek muttthi mein vo,

Yadon ki duniya hoti hai jo,

Jiska na koi annt hai na koi shuruwat,

jahan suraj chand aur sitare gungunate hai sath-sath

jahan na koi samay hai aur na hai koi seema,

har taraf faili hai jahan pyar bhari lalima.

Vo khushiyon k pal

vo sapne ki, jaane kya hoga kal,

vo natkhat aur bachkani baatein,

vo beeten lamho ki saugatein,

jab bhi mann mein sawan bann k aati hain,

ek dheemi si muskan chhod jati hai.

Vo pyar bhari Shikayaten,

Vo na dikhne wali nazakaten,

Vo ruthne manane ka afsana,

Vo raaton ko chhat par baithkar taaron se batiyana,

Vo har pal khud ko samjhana,

aur samjhate-samjhate khud se hi ruth jana,

ye yaaden jab bhi iss sawan mein baras jati hai,

uss muskan ko alag hi chamak de jati h.

Bdi haseen hai ye yadon ki duniya,

raaton ki khamoshi se din bhar ka shor,

Sab ek bannd muthhi ki tarah yahan kedd ho jata hai,

aur jab ye pitara khol k baitho to ankhon ko nammi aur hothon ko muskan de jata hai.

A Tribute

Elders, Guardians, Parents , Ancestors, those people who are always with us, they encourage, guide, counsel, directs and sometimes yell too. but we the present generation, the present genesis never gives a damn, we never pay attention to all those elderly stuffs, that typical "Care thing". But a time always come when those encouragements , those guidelines, those directions will be left far behind, A time comes when everyone will be leaving you behind, being a adolescent you can never guess what gold is, until you are at that same latitude, When you'll be venerable and you'll be facing the jitters of downfall and you just want to be an inspiration, an admiration for your youngsters, and that's when you'll get the meaning of these words.

Samay ka pahiya

Unn mathe ki gathon k peeche chhupi chinta

 Unn do shabdon mein na bayan ho skne wali kshamta,

Ya unn paklon ke peeche chhupi mamta,

Yun to hr pal hme tuktuki lga kr dkha krti thi,

Par ye bawra mann apni hi dhun m chal diya.

Aj vo hr baat, uss hr seekh ka matlab samajh aane lga,

Jb hr pal, hr lamhe ko beet te dkh,

Dil ne kaha,

Aey waqt tu kuch pal k liye thamm kyun nhi jata,

Aa kuch door nikal chalen baton-baton mein hi,

Aa peeche mudd k unn lamhon ko phr se jee lein,

Uss unsuni seekh ko boojh kr to aayen,

Aa phr pyar bhara vo afsana gungunayen.

Shayad bachpana tha vo jo beet gya,

Par bchkane to hum the jo samajh na sake

Aapki to hr baat mein tark tha,

Shayad yehi smjhna reh gya ki,

Hmari umra aur aapke tajurbe mein saddiyon ka fark tha

Iss waqt k pahiye ne khoob ghumaya

Thamm ja, ruk ja, yun na ja

Humne ye khoob dohraya

Par iss mann mauji ko kya rok ska h

Jo bhi iss se milta isme kho, sa jata h

Iska sa hi ho jata h

Aur hum b apni ankhon k motiyon ko thame,

Sanson ki jyotiyon ko thame

Iss samay k pahiye ko dekh siskte rehte h..

Dar-dar bhatakte rehte h

Ki na jaane kb ye chakka thama

Aur ye jyoti bhuj jaygi,

Ye moti chhoot jayga,

Ye deepak toot jayga,

Aur phr ek din ye waqt phr se aayga,

Jab humari baari hogi,

Jab waqt hume apne chakravyuh m phasayga,

Shayad tbhi phir se koi ye kavita dohrayga.

Charismatic in her breeches

 Charismatic in her breeches

It was a misty world, everything around was light less, sooty & shaded, when a divine fluorescent illuminated & eliminated every imperfection & that was none else than “Women”. Women, the most cherished & at the same time most neglected populace of human history. From the generation of saris to the present era of tops & breeches they had been charismatic everywhere. From raising their little angels to a level of professionals, to rising themselves at the same level and beyond one can even conceive.

21^st century which is regarded as the century of advancement & in India, every field we have been working upon has developed a lot, except a few, among them the most blazing topics for heating up the parliament is strengthening & safety of women. Women who have been outstanding everywhere from being in houses as mothers to leading a multinational companies or a country as president quite commendably. They have been tremendous everywhere.

A phrase goes like, “behind every great man there exists a great woman”, but the present scenario has got something for women too i.e. “Behind every weeping woman there exists a brutal man”.

According to Sir Mark Henry-

There are only three things to be done with a woman. You can love her, suffer for her, or turn her into literature.

We belong to India, a country who has been in top form in touch with women manhandling .Some of the milestones are also laid by us in this field, “just take a trip to Delhi”. No matter of a no. of policies and guidelines issued by Indian govt. women are always criticised and taken down, and batch of insane activities are hidden under a huge blanket of “TRADITION”. “Sati-pratha”, “jauhar”, “Veeramasti” etc. they were nothing more than harassment to women. They still use to do it and who knows, in the remote areas it’s still going on.

Being in their saris they did everything their culture, their tradition demanded and yes they were charismatic, but now, it’s an age of breeches they will remain the same, their charisma will remain the same but now they will rise, to tell the world that they owe respect, they aren’t those dependent creatures who need a guy to walk behind them to safeguard them, they will fight against unacceptable acts, because if they can infuse life in you they have got that right and power to take it, all they need is a self introspection and a bit of proper vision

 People like us who are actually concerned about this should spread awareness to terminate overenthusiastic manhandling of women. There are a no. of guidelines for women which provide them complete rights against any type of maltreatment, all what one need to do is, “just go & tell them about it”.
As we know, women are as significant as men are, so preserving & respecting them is not only our duty but a human and vulnerable responsibility too.

For every women who can’t take a stand-

 “A time will come when the risk to remain tight in the bud will be more painful than the risk to blossom”.