Sisters in Blame, Victims in Silence

 They said my dress was the problem, but what about my sister’s?

She was just a child, wrapped in cloth to stay warm in the cold.

Another sister, a doctor, wore a coat to save lives—was that the problem?

They said I was out at the wrong time, but what about my sister?

She only stepped out for lunch—did she deserve what happened?

Now, they blame my sisters, calling them wrongdoers instead of victims.

But it doesn’t matter how old they were, what they wore, or what they did.

As long as they are women, they are blamed when men do wrong.

My eyes beg for justice, but it is denied.

Is this place safe for anyone?

Or are we just imagining a world where truth and fairness exist?

In reality, the wrongdoers walk free,

And the victims are treated like criminals, forced to suffer.

Shame on us for living in a world like this.

-Deepika

Love

 I hate love.

Nah, I love love.

Love that speaks without words.

Silence does the work.

No need to pretend.

They prioritize, understand, and wait.

Movie nights, shared playlists, and book talks.

Remembering every detail.

If this isn’t love, I don’t know love.

-Deepika

His POV

 I never meant to leave you lost and alone,

To watch your spirit wither, like a fragile stone.

The coffee's aroma, once a promise of home,

Now a bitter reminder, of where I once roam.

I too yearn for silly fights, our late-night stroll,

For sharing secrets, heart and mind and soul.

I miss the comfort of your hand in mine,

As we danced to rhythms only lovers find.

Believe me, love, the ache runs just as deep,

A constant sorrow, where memories sleep.

I yearn for your touch, your laughter's warm light,

To chase away the shadows of this endless night.

Forgive me, darling, for the hurt I've caused,

For breaking the vows that we once embossed.

If wishes were horses, I'd ride back to you,

To whisper "I love you," and make our love new.

-Deepika

Her POV

 My days, once filled with you, now echo lonely

A love so deep, time cannot modify

Nights stretch endless, a void where you belong

I yearn for silly fights, our late-night stroll

Once, coffee’s aroma welcomed me home

Now, empty spaces question love’s strong zone

Sweet little nothings, a treasure I could keep

If only wishes could soothe sorrows deep

A storm of sorrow raged when you were taken

But now, longing’s ache pierces my heart

I wish you knew the love I held inside

Those unspoken “I love you’s” where dreams abide

-Deepika