Growing cells in my head Counting the days for death Thoughts are blowing Words are flowing. Can't speak! Under ventilation Inside a burning sensation Eyes wide awake, tears full. Can't wipe Rather the pain of the tumor Pressing down my nerve Rather the pain of tumor Hurting on my bone I feel numb, heart's aching I look around There's no shoulder to lean on No hands to wipe off My endless tears! they no longer need me No colours I can give on their paintings I'm with my self, simply a waste!
one life, all I Realized ! All I dreamt, lost in front of my eyes Dear death, soon take me, the last hope is only thee!
Wishes from a sister, to all my siblings I don't know how many of u celebrate it But, for the ppl who are celebrating it... Put the phone away for just one day, talk to ur family.. frz.. ur loved ones... make them smile! And see in the end of the day, will technology pay them to u???
Core in the chest Lie a small heart Numerous detained veins of love Of her with him, torn apart With his demise on the battlefield
Paused! Predicament, Empress,wanted to be hailed, Veiled her face with fake feelings The war, tormented her, To hear the mewling of the one in the womb
Unnoticed! Hideous look, Grostesque clothes, covering The bleeding ground, her belly. Heart's already wounded so hard! Hard to face the plethora of mortals. Unknown malisons spat on her face Heart's aching with the dilemma, Whether the child? Or die?
One man army, the mother! Most difficult battlefield, her womb Opponents are ruthless, Poking her stained heart, Coronary arteries torn apart, Blood sheds without a clot Gash, chiseled It's the most painful aciurgy!
No knives that shred. But the Society's poker cards piercing, And tasting the blood of helpless! Lesions are about to tear Veins are the hawsers that grasp it
Infront of the ordnance of mouths of society Don't know, to whom she should whine Feelings bottled up flowing All over the cold body with blood Mouth, sealed. Eyes, closed! The truth is unknown, Until the maimed heart speaks!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Prison gates are opened, I wondered. My eyes, used to be in dark, snubs when seeing the light! Fresh air of freedom all I breath
I don't know the exact day or time. While walking, someone shouted "can I come with you?", but I rebuffed for my own goodness. Bare legs on the grass, chill land and the chill ness passed through my nerves bones and veins and ceased at my heart. An avid freshness, I felt.
I'm able to move my hand freely out of my nerve problem. Loosen hair. No more people to comment on me, about my attire, my hair, my decisions or anything about me, as I have walked a very long distance from my past. I'm alone, but I felt happy, For no more ordinances of the crucial society I should follow, no more cast differentiation, colour discrimination, no more deathly rules
I remembered saying about me to people, some laughed, some shocked, "you are just a little girl." Of course I'm little but the most bitter truth is I'm a girl, right? A girl who is oppressed by the society. A society which has no logic, on teaching one to become what they like apart from her dreams, desires and talents. But I'm lucky, as I'm saved from being a wife to some unknown stupid consort, as I'm now on my own
Long away from past, This is a new world, I met. Unknown people, unknown language, unknown culture. Infront, I'm just like a newly born baby. Where I can start my new life, competing with my Sorrows of loneliness conquering with my happiness of departure, living on with my own dreams and desires, where I can use my talents to thrive hard to live. Made my mind..... I'm the only responsibility to me
Happy, when this 5 minute happiness in dreaming this, come true.... It's all my dream, no technology or money or relationship, I yearn for...but a life which I could live As truly me. Its all the dream of every agonizing girl in conventional societies, every woman in the world where no equality is felt even it's said
It's just a melancholic longing The absence felt in suffering With trauma, Your care, your love Your scream in your deathbed While Thinking, tears shed Years are passing With bittersweet memories With pessimism of life I have choosen saudade
What it feels for the earth to see the moon Revolving around another's fields What it feels for a violin to see its bow Making tune on another's stings! Infront of my eyes is you, I feel the same as they do I don't know how to love you But, I hardly love you
Long time no see.. eh!! Hope everyone's doing fine.
This piece presents the current situation. Being a woman I can understand how tough it might be to fight against the whole stereotypical society and the rest of the world. But, we need to stay strong and have to face everything on our own because to me 'God is a Woman' and together we stand strong.
stack the knives and blades, with their sharp, bloodthirsty edges, into the furnace, and burn the flame high, until all of it melts and flows; then pour it in a mould of a necklace and throw in some shiny jewels; give it to the girl who told you a fortnight ago, that she's in love with you; slide it gently behind her neck and lock-it with her; then look into her eyes, and gaze into them until all of her melts and flows; lastly, turn your back on her and don't look back, at all; hear her sob, and bellow, but take the first drive you see and leave, don't ever see her again— hope is a double-edged sword; weapons could hurt you once, but false hope could kill you enough before you're finally declared dead. —zohiii
wash the gunpowder off your body and gulp down a cup of bitter coffee; put on a fine black dress and wear his favourite perfume; make him write a poem where he decorates his love for you in fancy, artsy words; let him plead, and then go to the prom with him; hold his hand, and whisper in his ear, a promise— of all the dances, and a kiss under the mistletoe; enter the hall in your sheath gown, and send him off to get a drink; kiss a guy you've slept with before and then another one in a dull tuxedo, while he stands by the table, with shards of glass around him; let them pierce his heart, and leave behind wounds; leave the party with the prom king, and don't turn back—
gunpowder could crack the walls you can see, but false hope cracks the heart, you can't. —raika