The Mundane Artist

I want to live...  Not to be killed in the womb,  But to be embraced by the hands of many.  I want to live...  Not to be looked at in disgrace,  But to appreciate my grace.  I want to live...  Not to be locked in a house,  But to be educated.  I want to live...  Not to be married off at a tender age to a strange man,  But to be married whenever I want to, to the man I love.  I want to live...  Not as a burden,  But as one who can carry the burdens as he.  I want to live...  Not to watch others play,  But to play myself.  I want to live...  Not to be raped,  But to be loved.  I want to live...  Not in danger,  But in safety.  I want to live...  Not because my place belongs in the kitchen,  But because my place belongs in this world.  ...

On the 10th of October every year, the World Health Organisation recognizes the day as World Mental Health Day. Every year, they have a theme, and this year's theme is "Psychological First-Aid and the Support people can provide." So I would like to take this opportunity and write further on the same. It is not unknown that nowadays everyone is engaging in spreading awareness about mental health, and identifying the importance of mental health. Schools, certain organisations, celebrities, to name a few, are conveying the importance of the same. Yet, despite everything, why is it that mental health is still held as a stigma? Why is it that there are so many more people who still don't get the required help? Where are we going wrong? The thing is that when we spread awareness about Mental Health a lot of people just become aware about it. And then claim that they KNOW things. But the truth is that they don't. Being aware about it, and not doing anything when...

Crumpled paper, You found a design.  Amidst the grass, I laid injured.  Instead of a rose,  you kept me inside. Inside a diary,  A diary of amore.  I was your most precious,  I was your first,  You decorated me, as your love.  Soon you were proud,  So you kept me in a frame,  For people to see, and for you to claim. Little did you know, your love had faded.  From personal, to public, It had all changed.  But you denied, you lied!  You left me in light, in dark.  Did you not think twice, what's in my heart?  I gave you something to love,  And you gave me pride.  Then a day came,  The frame fell.  You tried to catch me,  But i escaped.  It still pains me to think,  How it all changed; The day you removed me from your diary, You and I, died.