Trying to fit in those dark spaces Hiding from those ugly faces Sunbeams guarding her as armour Stolen emptiness of life not there to harbour Surviving those Orthodox shames Of not raising voice instead got habitual of those claims
//Stand on her staggered feet she roared like a tigeress Support was not on her side but her wounds were Sword of arms killed those irritating flashes Curing those marks with those evils ashes// ________________________________________
Pic credit : @diyabedi [do tell me if you don't want me to use your pic as bg :))] Inspired by @ikshitij .... Your recent piece on Child Molestation / Abuse was amazing
Do correct me if you find any mistakes specially @inara__@avisha_suman Idea of using cigarettes in this piece is highly inspired you @saya__ Fom your old composition "smokin' and cryin' " it touched me like anything thank you for sharing this amazing piece again
//You are alive or just existing// These are not my words
The soldier facing The enemy soldier dropped the gun.
He looked instead into the eyes of his enemy and decided to not let the bullet in his gun stop his enemy's beating heart.
The enemy soldier who had Until then believed only in war , Now believed in That rare humanity that had made this war suddenly seem futile.
The saved enemy soldier Facing the war torn world Taught his son to hold kindness in his virgin heart instead of vengeance.
His heart he told his son had been Saved by a man who believed not in the different colour Of the uniform he wore but in the human spirit they both had in common.
The kind-hearted son walking thus the uncrowded path of kindness and love Created art. Art that spoke only For humanity as a whole.
a little girl , the great great Granddaughter of the Artist whose father was saved by a droped gun Entered a world In which war was not a reality, In which hatred was not an anthem In which humanity was upheld And the sound of Her heartbeat was not overshadowed By guns and warfare ,
She would live without Fear and only with Faith but she would
Never know That the seed of love That had given birth to her Was sown by a man the World had labelled as her great great grandfather's enemy Long long long ago.
Could this universe be ours? I guess Only the flutter of a butterfly's wing Can Tell.
Shaking a leg, you hatched. Pearly smiles covered their teary delight. Raptures of flowers bloomed in their garden. Impeccable nexus turned idyllic. Nifty junctures became protuberant. Giggles and grins were only heard around.
Sojourner of shrewd toddler to a novice juvenile you became. Ubiquitous you flattered in a while. Merrinent encrusted your tan, Mirth became your favorite pill. Eagerness to grow up was all you wanted, With Radiant and rakish sunshine beside.
Altering your happiness, adult you became. Unbidden responsibilities knocked your door. Time left your home in slighter interval. Unnatural swaping of esteem took palce, Mincing the jouissance, crops you mowed. Naive vexations ruled your head.
There is a close corrrespondence between the seasons and the stages of life from birth to death. In this sense, Spring represents birth while summer represents youth, autumn adulthood and winter old age and death. Source: google. _______________________