Vishwa Vyas

If you say, She quitted education just to make herself discover. Oh then, Yes, she is a quitter. If you say, She quitted being herself in being a mother. Oh then, Yes, she is a quitter. If you say, She quitted patriarchy just for her molested daughter. Oh then, Yes, she is a quitter. If you say, She quitted being awful which once made her life bitter. Oh then, Yes, she is a quitter. If you say, She quitted compromising her dreams just to be an achiever. Oh then, Yes, she is a quitter.

Here's a heartfelt petition to all the riders and the drivers, Please stop risking with the existence of survivors. Wheel of this world is depended on trust, Do not put a passenger's lifespan to thrust. When you ride to somebody, be it on bicycle or in Lamborghini, Remember, you possess to have onus of one's life and it's family. There is a daughter waiting for her father to get back home from military, There is a mother waiting to meet her son in solitary. Owning a vehicle do not permit you to own a complete route of a street, Coz if it is so, then you are only merit to be seated on the backseat. You may acquire temporary victories, Also along, you demolish numerous boundaries. So why not let this world be a safe place, And let people grasp the paths they desire to trace.

There was a time, When my life used to clang. The only thing mattered to me, Was my slaying girl gang. We did had fights which went to the extremes, Alas, by people around, we were also often called as the best "team". Neither anybody knows, Nor anybody recognised. But I still wish to get a glimpse incase, Coz the memories I have, are impossible to erase.

Though, females are habitual in hiding money, And, so do I. The real motive behind, still holds a mystery, Yet, nobody knows why. Maybe, for the times of emergency, Or, to maintain self-sufficiency. Whereas, the case with me, Is like being a "PM"(personal moneylender) at times, to my family. Even after having enough money, I am unable to permit myself. Coz those fresh-ironed cash removed from the ATM, Refuses my inner soul from using it instead. Trying to keep it out of sight from my parents, In places like inside books or in bedsheets. Anyhow, by the end, they find it successfully, Like spectacular-proffessional-detective thieves. Disappearing of cash everyday, Made me question, do my money can really runaway? Later, when I recognised, its my brother who daily steals all my cash like a coward, I think, I need to start using a purse that does not open without a password!