VINAYANA'S WORLD

Society, Often points to the Worst thing about you, They poke you, They make fun of you, Because of this particular thing, Maybe you are dark, You are fat, You are too thin, Society has a problem with everything, At first, You would start hating that thing about yourself, You would try to make it alright, You would do your level best, But sometimes it is your own personality, Like I love too much, I have unconditional love in my heart, For everyone I meet, I don't care, Whether I will get back those feelings, But I love, It's a positive attitude, But, Society blames me, For loving too much, And, At some point of time, I hated this quality, I hated myself for loving, Sometimes, I even hated myself to be born, A physically challenged, But I soon realized, That it wasn't my fault, It was nobody's fault, I soon realized that society wants me to think that way, I soon realized that society wants me to feel sorry for myself, I soon realize...

To all the inaccessible places To all the inaccessible places, I despise you to never let me in, Never let me in, To that bar .. which served shots, To that restaurant.. which had a bad menu, To all the public transportation, Which doesn't have a room for my wheelchair Those local markets, That had mud pool everywhere, I did take my wheelchair there, One day, The wheels stuck in the mud pool, And the mud was all over my confidence, I wanted to go home, Away from those sympathetic eyes, We took a bus, And that was a mistake, Conductor.. Unable to open the ramp, Tried to lift up my wheelchair, I felt like an object, Putting me inside the bus, Was a task, Then all those eyes, Glued upon me, As if i am an alien, Responsible for making the bus late, I despise.... To those inaccessible places, That I didn't get a chance to see, Because the ramps were unavailable, Because there wasn't any spaces, At times, In some of the restaurant, Chair and tabl...

I love to see people's faces, When i walk down the street, Often they sympathize with me, For having a disabilty, They often ask my mother, Does she go to school? I laugh, At their ignorance, Their ignorance towards the physical disabilities, I give them a stern look, A look which is full of anger, I don't know, Why people can't see me as a person, Person with a thinking mind, Or maybe they haven't seen, Anyone like me, So.. Should I just sit and let it happen,? Let it happen, With everyone, Who is differently abled... Who would be disgraced the same way.... Or should I voice out? Voice out to each person, Who did the same, When they saw someone with a disability, And ask the same question, Just to sympathize, I just can't sit quite, I would continue writing about the prejudices, Until one day, A beautiful day, When they would question me... No More!!!!

Wo kon tha, Jo bachpan le gaya, Le gaya wo hansi, Wo chulbul si aada, Wo Kon tha, Jo khelta tha Uske saath, Jaane kab usko wo, Khilona bna dala, Wo kon tha, Jo bachi ko samjh na paya, Itna khudgarz koi kese ho gaya, Bachi se wo raato ki neend le gaya, Wo kehti thi, Bhoot h wo, Jo raat ko ata h, Aur pyaar se usse gale lagata h, Wo pagali thi, Wo choti thi, Jisne isko pyaar samjh liya, Kabhi apni maa ko, Iss pyaar ka pata nhi chalne diya, Wo pyaar nhi tha, Wo kuch aur hi tha, Aaj bachi Ko ye samjh aya, Kya usse sharm nhi ati thi, Kyu bachi ke saath wo so paya, Darrinda tha wo, Usne bachi ka bachpan mitta dala....

Aaj hawao me mujhe udd jaane do, Aise hi mausam me kahi kho jaane do, Kahi door badalo me mujhe tum reh jaane do, Kuch ankahi si baatein hothon tak aa jaane do, Wo pal jo beet gaya uski yaad seene se nikal jaane do, Dil ke uss khalipan ko naayi yaado se bhar sa jaane do, Zindagi kuch ruki ruki si nazar aati hai, Ek dhhakke se chalo.. usse bhaag sa jaane do, Ye duniyaa daari ki baatein... Aaj khatam ho jaane do, Dil se dil ki baatein ki shuruwaat si ho jaane do, Kuchh tum kaho aur kuchh hum ko keh jaane do, Inn hi saari baato me ek yug sa beeth jaane do, Par ab sochte hai ki kya reh gya h... Chalo sab hi ko chod jaane do, Bas aakhiri saans tak jazba sa reh jaane do ... 

A princess, Without the shimmering gowns, She cut off her hair, No more that old funny tale, Princess, Yes, she's a princess, In her bright top, And skinny jeans, She goes to the work, And buy gifts for herself, She's independent, A princess needs the prince? No more, She drives her own car, Goes wherever she likes, Princesses wear high heals? That's old news, New princess loves to play football, Every woman, Is today's princess, The New Princess, Who loves to live life, According to her rules, And won't be dependent, On anyone... . https ://www.instagram.com/p/Bn_0xjzFUXU/?utm_source=ig_share_sheet&igshid=atyutxlkccg9

Dear Best Friend I know you will be thinking that we are not that close enough, then why am I calling my best friend . It okay, it's not your fault.. maybe this how I am. I don't know how I can share a piece of my heart with everyone I meet, and how can I just keep on loving my best friend, even if you have hurt me so many times. The funny thing is that I don't know till now who was my best friend and who was not. Many people, just made friends with me because they didn't had a choice, but some people really loved me from the bottom of my heart. Those were the people I may have hurt the most because I was after the people who I loved. I believe that friendship is the only thing that we can do with a pure heart. I tried to do that but somehow I failed. I try every day to make the better friends that will stay and not to love them until I know that they will love me back. I really hope that one day, life will work that way. When you can measure love before going it to so...

*Online* She: I'm leaving, I'll block you, stop messaging me He: No, I know that you won't do that because you love me too She: I'm not in love with you, do you get that? He: You won't have come online at this time, then She: I had to, because you would have hurt yourself He: Why do you care if you don't love me? She: Because I don't want someone to die because of me, it would become a police case. He: I will die, if you leave She: Then.. please die.., I'm not responsible, I don't love you He: I'll die and leave a death note to your name She: Do as you please, I don't love you She blocked him. After three months.. She got the same message from other profile Cyber Bullying is a crime.

Hate? What do I hate? Haven't really thought about it, Most people write about Love, I'll write about hate, I'm a woman, A disabled women, Do I really have the right to hate,? If I say, I hate sex, I hate to get intimate, Would someone listen,! They'll say, You're married, You have to make love, You have to have a child, But what about me? I had dreams, Aspirations, I hate being alone, But I hate begging for attention, I would love being in Love, I hate not being resprocated, When I am sad, I hate being misunderstood, I wanted to be something, But how does that matter, How does that matter~? Society can't handle women's hate, I'm a minority, Do I really have a right to hate? I thought so, This is the only answer, To all the questions, A silence... And I hate that too....

I don't often sit with my grandmother, You know, How they are? Full of stereotypes, But today, She was different, Like an old version of Her own self, That she had lost, Somewhere along the way, That grandma, Who used to tell stories Of her childhood, That grandma Who doesn't complain about my disability, That grandma, Who was mom's favorite, I read her eyes, While listening to her stories, Brimming with joy, And telling me, About the pre-partition era, Her eyes, Told me the horrors, Horrors of being a woman, A woman, Whether young or old, Nowhere was safe, Because a woman meant honour, A honour could be ripped off, At any point in time, That day and time was different, But yet the same, Police registers fill with cases of rape and abduction, Nobody to judge, Nobody to call a hearing, Nobody to call for help , A woman is helpless, Whether then and now, Because they think that their honour, Lies in the vagina, Each section thinks, I...

Everything seems normal, When he pulled in the car, In the driveway of her house, He crept in, Not making any sound, He managed to open the door, That looked already opened, Surprise!! She came shouting through the other room, He was shaken, He stumbled through some steps, She hugged him, tightly, He hugged her too, He hid the knife behind him, That he rented, Earlier today, He loved someone else, But didn't wanted to hurt his girlfriend, As she was a simple minded girl, She was mad for him, And the rejection would make her lost her mind... Completely, But he couldn't keep on playing the game, Of hide and seek, And be the seeker.. each time, He wanted freedom, He wanted his life, So... He brought the knife, And hid it under his coat, Did he really wanted to Kill her? He didn't know, What did he really want? He didn't know, As she hugged him, And she said 'I Love You', His knife dropped to the floor, And he said 'I Love You...

Everything seems to be over, When Ajay lifted his hand, On His wife, Seema and Ajay loved each other for four long years, And soon after that they got married, It was beautiful in the beginning, Everyone was in the awe of the couple, Yes, they looked beautiful together and they were in love, Soon after, Arguments started creeping in from the front door, The curtains turned yellow from stark white, The tiles too.. started changing their colour, Who was managing the home? Or was it still a home? Yes, work was important!!, Husband and wife, Both were at the height of their career, Nobody wanted to look down, They were living together, But barely together, It was on the Eve 9th September, Frustrations went off the limits, Tired of everything, And blaming everyone, There hands and feet moved, In a way they never imagined, Fight took the next level, Punches kicks all over the floor, After the house was collapsed, They just sat there in silence, Gazing tirelessl...

I met her, long ago, She was still wearing wedding bangles, And sindoor on her forehead, She was sitting in the garden, And I just got there, by chance, We talked for sometime, She was looking nervous, Looking worried, Maybe was going to cry, I got closer, She put her head on my shoulder, Began to sob, 'what happened?" , She began to cry, I asked again, " I want to meet them" She said in her sobs, " Meet who?" I asked, "My parents!!" she shouted, I was shocked, There became a story in my mind, What would have happened? Why somebody can't visit her parents~? What's the problem? I wanted to ask her, But she doesn't want to reveal much, I kept quite, She kept sobbing, In her sobs, She told that she was from a poor household, And her in-laws are a blessing, They took her without a dowry, Dowry?? I was surprised, I understood the plan, I got everything, She was under an obligation, I wanted to do somethi...

Ye Ishq hai ya fitoor hai, Mujhe ishq pe itna garoor hai, Naam tera h, Sansar mera h, Ishq mera h, Bacha sab wo tera h, Ye ishq hi toh tha, Jisne chalna seekhaya tha, Baarishon me rona seekhaya tha, Wo ishq hi tha, Jisne na hona seekhaya tha, Ye ishq hi toh mera tha, Jab kaha tha tune, Mohabbat nhi h, Ye ishq hi toh tha, Kaha tha jisne, Ye ishq ki mohabbat poori h, Ye ishq tera nhi h, Ishq sahi hai, bas mera ishq yahi h...

My name is Vinayana Khurana, and it is very long name. I had to take one long breath, before saying my name. When I was young, I used to tell people that you can ask me anything, except my name. It's really easy to say, other sentences, like I study in DU, I am a writer and so on.. But.. My name really gives me a tough time. My speech and I have some insecurities.. sometimes I wish I never had to speak at all.. speaking in front of someone new.. is a task for me.. not because I am an introvert but because of this stupid speech impairment. People often judge me just because of the way I speak.. that's really annoying.. this is something I experience on a daily basis. There's more to me.. don't judge me on the basis of how I talk.. but the problem is you can't prove that you are intelligent until you speak out .. And once you speak out... People are like I can't get what you are saying.. that's not just a problem with someone who has cerebral palsy, it can be...