Randoms by AeVey J

Ever since early man began marking Lines upon rocky cave walls, It has been numbers. Ever since the Pied Piper Led the rats into the sewers, It has been the rat race. Or perhaps even before that. When we proudly invented zero, And shaped solutions To mathematical puzzles That unsettled the human mind. What began as marks and ranks Turned into marks and grades, Then marks and hidden grades, Cut-offs and percentiles. The rat race continued. And so did we. We ran and ran towards numbers. Like names stitched onto racing bibs, Breath shortening before finish lines That moved each time we neared them. Five figures, Six figures, And beyond ... Towards changing worlds And changing times. Grades and ranks Soon took newer names: Ratings and reviews, Plays and downloads, Followers and subscribers, Impressions and profile views. The names changed. The numbers didn’t. The world still asked. Still remembered. Still valued The numbers. It was never originality, Or individuality, Or standi...

The most overused word for women? Strength. The most ignored reality? Endurance. Here’s to every woman who feels she was born to silently endure, who chooses to endure, and who is forced to endure , all for the sake of love… But the question is: Do you really have to? Isn’t it still a choice? It is okay to say no. More strength to you. Because strength should be celebrated, not endlessly demanded. And may you always remember… You deserve more than just the strength to endure. Happy Women’s Day! 💜

Aurelia ☀️🌼 She fell quietly from the tree, Caught a little sunlight on the way down, And rested upon the grass… Sometimes perfection simply lies  Where it falls. __________________________ This poem is a dedication to my best friend for life, Karunya. She is like a delicate frangipani 💮 Fragile to the eye, Yet stronger than the storm. A woman of grace and grit, Who has weathered many seasons, Yet stands tall,  Luminous and unwavering.