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A voice of little woman

  • The silence grew louder,
    yet her heart refused to drift from his thoughts…

    She rewrote the message again
    longer, softer,
    emptying herself one last time.

    And suddenly,
    the screen went dark,
    timed out by silence.

    In the reflection,
    she noticed her own eyes
    barely visible,
    heavy with unshed grief,
    until one lone tear broke free
    and flowed like a quiet river.

    She left the message unsent.

    If love demanded this
    endless explanations,
    begging to be understood,
    fighting for the bare minimum,
    screamed only in silence

    SHE DIDN’T WANT IT.

    She believes…
    love is not something one can ask for.

    In any place,
    any moment,
    any relationship
    it must arrive on its own, shown, not requested…

    — Rajini Gajjela

  • Women’s Day

    While the world celebrates women
    for their strength, courage, and achievements,
    let me speak about something quieter todaytheir vulnerabilities
    because a woman’s hardest fights are rarely with the world but most often,
    they are with herself.

    The silent battles she fights,
    the tears no one ever sees,
    the doubts hidden carefully behind practiced smiles.

    And among those women,
    there is one I know closely.

    Me.

    I am a woman
    bold and fearless to the world,
    yet strangely powerless at home
    where even the smallest choices
    feel too heavy
    to speak against my parents.

    I am a woman
    who rejects a perfect man with quiet certainty,
    yet spends the whole night crying
    for someone
    who was never looking back.

    I am a woman
    who speaks loudly about freedom,
    yet finds herself willingly surrendering
    when it comes to love.

    And in this journey,
    there are men who quietly shape us
    fathers who teach us strength,
    brothers who protect us,
    friends who guide us,
    and Love which is always there to mould us.

    We may appear independent,
    yet still return to them
    for strength,
    for reassurance,
    for love.

    But being a woman
    is not the absence of vulnerability

    It is the courage
    to rise above it.

    It is choosing
    dignity when pride demands a fight,
    self-respect when attachment begs us to stay,
    kindness when the world rewards victory,
    peace even after surviving trauma.

    And still standing.
    Still shining.
    Still choosing strength
    at the end of the day.

    Today my Poetry is a reminder that even with all our vulnerabilities we are still powerful.

    Happy Women’s Day

    Rajini Gajjela

  • I wish I could be the twenty-two-year-old girl I once was
    free to express without filtering my feelings,

    To pour my love into you
    without being overly empathetic about yours.

    To fight for our love
    without stepping into your shoes


    To fight for my love
    without worrying what Mum and Dad going to say


    To love without asking
    whether this would last forever or not.

    To celebrate our love
    without counting caste, state, or religion.

    I don’t like how I am aging into maturity
    this careful,
    restrained version of me
    that doesn’t let me enjoy our love,
    it barely lets me speak it aloud

    I miss the Girl I was who love before Love learned to hesitate

    – Rajini Gajjela

  • “Craving…!!! for pleasure..???

    I don’t wonder how sweet it feels,
    I’ve already tasted its wounds;

    I’ve felt the pleasure of needles
    piercing through my skin,
    when memory returns how my breast pressed
    against a stranger’s body.

    I’ve felt the pleasure of creepy creatures
    crawling over my flesh,
    when the ghost of scars I never wanted
    comes back to life.

    I’ve felt the pleasure of obedience,
    when my “NO” was heard
    as another form of “YES”.

    I’ve felt the pleasure of my nerves splitting,
    beneath a gaze that mistook
    my fear for consent.

    I’ve felt the pleasure of my heart’s wild beating,
    when night betrayed my sleep,
    and hands I never wanted
    touched me again.

    And with all these pleasures burned into my bones
    Tell me,
    how could I ever crave for any other kind?”

    – Rajini Gajjela

  • For many, it’s the greatest strength of their hearts,
    While for some, it is the deepest fear.

    Many celebrate it as sacred joy,
    While a few regret it as the dumbest decision made.

    It is a hand held tight in some stories,
    Yet a lonely battle in others.

    A riddle that answers itself for many,
    Yet remains an unsolved question for the rest.

    It was EVERYTHING to me once,
    Then left me with the feeling of SOMETHING,
    Only to make me realize, It is NOTHING now.

    - Rajini Gajjela
    
  • నిలకడల గదుల నుండి విడిన అడుగుల అల్లికలు
    ఏదో కొత్త అనుభూతికి చేరువవుతున్న పాదాలు

    ఒకవైపు ఎత్తుగా ఉండే భవనాలు
    వాటికన్నా ఎత్తులో ఎగిరే విమానాలు
    ఇంకోవైపు దూరంలో దాగున్న చెట్లూ, కొండలు
    వాటిని తేటగా చూపించే నా కళ్లజోళ్లు

    “ఎంతసేపు నడుస్తావ్, ఇలా రా”
    అంటూ ఒక బల్ల నన్ను తనతో కూర్చోమంది.
    దాని పక్కనే చెట్టు నేను నిండుగా నవ్వితే నాతో ఆడతానంటుంది

    అటుగా వచ్చిన పిల్లగాలి నన్ను తాకి, ఆగి,
    “కాసేపు ఇక్కడే ఉండిపో కదా, ఊసులాడుకుందాం” అంటుంది

    కాళ్ళకి దగ్గరగా నదీ ప్రవాహం
    చూసేందుకు నిశ్శబ్దంగా ఉన్నా
    నాకు గట్టిగా ఏదో చెప్తోంది

    ఎదురుగా నీటిపై కదిలే ఓడలు, పడవలు,
    అందులో జనాలు, వారి ముఖాల్లోని భావాలు,
    నా కళ్ళని అలా స్పృశిస్తున్నాయి

    అలా కాసేపు..
    ప్రకృతి తల్లి నన్ను తన ఒడిలో చేర్చుకుంది
    నాలో మమేకమైపోయింది
    నాతో మాట్లాడింది
    నన్ను పలకరించింది
    ఇలా పంచుకునేలా చేసింది

    ✍🏻 Rajini Gajjela

  • And then…

    After all the Choas and Agony
    When she leans back in her couch
    holding strong sense of pain
    in the right middle of her chest

    It started raining outside
    to prove her that she is not alone

    Again…? Yes…!

    The Universe…

    It was with her as Gentle Breeze
    When she Smiles…

    It Danced with her
    When she was jumping in Joy…

    It hugged her with Peace
    When she is expressing Gratitude…

    And, even now, in the night, when no one is around
    it just proved its care on her… by pouring out love as Rain
    Reminding her the LOVE SHE IS SEEKING IS AROUND HER

    ✍🏻Rajini Gajjela

  • Dear Love…

    I am Soliciting the Universe,
    not to create any moment
    to fall in love with someone
    IF IT IS NOT YOU

    I am Pleading the Circumstances
    not to make me indecisive
    to get attached with someone
    IF IT IS NOT YOU

    I am appealing the destiny
    not to bind my lifeline
    with anyone else in the world
    IF IT IS NOT YOU

    Requesting all eh energies to give me signs, IF IT IS NOT YOU

    ✍🏻Rajini Gajjela

  • అలా…
    ప్రేమను వెతుక్కుంటూ వెళ్ళిన తనకు
    ప్రతిచోటా అవమానమే ఎదురయ్యింది

    తెలిసీ తెలియని ఆరాటంతో పడిన తన
    ప్రతీ అడుగూ తడబడుతూనే ఉంది
    అలుపేలేక ఎగసిన తన వాంఛలకు
    అసహ్యం కూడా అలవాటుగా మారింది

    ఇలా…
    ఆవేదనలో సాగే ఈ పరుగు
    ఆలోచనలతో ఆగేనా…!?
    అలుపెరుగకుండిన ఈ అల
    ఇక ఎప్పటికైనా తీరం చేరేనా

    బహుశా ఇదంతా, ఒకనాటి తన కంటికి కనిపించని,
    ప్రేమ తనకై జార్చిన కన్నీటి శాపమే ఇదా…???

    ✍🏻Rajini Gajjela

  • ప్రేమని పరిచయం చేశావనుకున్న
    ఇప్పుడు తెలుస్తోంది..,
    ప్రేమకు అలవాటు పడేలా చేశావని..!

    సంతోషాన్ని పంచావనుకున్న
    ఇప్పుడు తెలుస్తోంది..,
    చుట్టూ ఆనందాలెన్నున్న
    గుర్తించలేకపోయేంతల మార్చావని…!

    జీవితాంతం నీతో కలిసి నడుద్దామనుకున్న
    ఇప్పుడు తెలుస్తోంది..,
    నువ్వు లేని చోట నా అడుగులు ఆపేసావని..!

    రావని తెలిసినా.. పాదం సాగనంటుంది
    కాదని తెలిసినా.. ప్రేమ ఆగనంటుంది
     
     ✍ Rajini Gajjela