I always write something silly Not sure if I can make it really I m the only one in my family And all of them think I m being silly I m the only one in my family Who keeps on pouring her thoughts I m the only one in my group Who always writes down what's in my mind. And I know it's kinda crazy thing But its those crazy people who got the wing They got the wing to fly high Above our paradise They got the wing u cant dream And u cant even scream U cant even scream.
I dream by looking at them Wondering if I'll ever reach there I know it's too late to start But never old enough to pause What's in my mind Is only for me No one can take it away from me Coz its my dream, forever And its silly when we are together That's why I want it only for me And I need that wing and I wanna scream I just wanna scream out, as loud as I can.
Can I come one step closer? I can feel warm and better My heart will beat for a rhythm And I can wide my lips a bit This can never be silly for me As long as I crave for it As long as I crave to get my wings And I can fly to my paradise.
Oh dear moon, I don't want to be like you I don't want someone else's light To shine for me And I really wish to see your dark side The scars you have, the side unchecked You are a dream for kids But you disappear when they wake Only to rise up again With the same borrowed light I wish to see your dark side But I know I cant You are dominated by someone else's light I wonder how nights be like Without you You are so calm from the far I don't want to be like you
The stream I love I can't see anymore The Pebbles I touch Now covered with mud I remember my mom The memories of her days She played with water Along with her friends Wished to do the same I went being excited Recreating her days But no one to play with Drops shed from my eyes When I saw the stream With no water to swim It was just mud and rocks With no water to flow She was lucky, I thought She played with fresh water And I with water guns She catch fish in the stream And I stare at the fish in my aquarium She had few friends And I ve many But she was happy Which I am lacking.....
We are impulsive, we are extra For each other, we are Electra We hold hands, and walk away To a place , with no storm and wave This is us in our tiny world We slay, and shine like gold I don't give a damn to anybody out there Coz she's with me and no one got the guts to dare!
We are the worst of enemeys for each other She always love me , care me like a brother She does my braids , and shes my mom She keeps control , of all the norms I always ask to myself if she's okay She never looks for her self and I m like hey! Are you all right? I m sorry I can't always return the favour you give me But I can promise you that my love you can always see My love for you never had a history Coz it's so precious and we always had a victory You call me stupid, stinky and what ever you re thinking I can't stop arguing with you and you keep on blinking But at the end i know you are always there for me Coz you are the star in the sky only I can see.
You are alive every moment And that is proved with your movement You go around and see every corner where you live But failed to see what's in their mind Who's living next to you Every time we meet We share a sweet smile and greet With each day passing by Your lips will wide less than you think You now no longer know the person next to you You are into yourself and that's all you want Wonder why can't we see what they see Why can't I think like they do? And we say that we are alive Living like a cactus, And let no one come closer And now we are just good strangers Smiles are now replaced by anger Our eyes dont meet so often And we failed to meet a new stranger Everyone around me is a stranger I m no less stranger to them.
I still miss those days When i see toys I still miss those days When i see childrens play I still miss my tears Which dropped for silly reasons I still miss my friends With whom i fight a lot I still miss my mom's scold When i make the floor dirty I still miss my father's lap When he recited me stories I miss my grandfather Who was always there for me I still miss my play school Where I had only one friend I miss my teachers Who praised me in front of my parents I still miss my infant face Which i always powdered with brightness I still miss myself When I am aware that I m grown up
All my life I've been walking on Straight lines while resisting not to Step on eggshells because Mama told me To calculate what comes out of my mouth According to standard protocol, precise to The indicators of measuring cups and spoons Because people are prone to emotional diarrhea, Extra grams and ounces of spilled truth Could ruin the age-old recipe of camaraderie, They warned me a zillion times, Tattoed on my forehead, unknowingly.
I was raised to swallow my principles Together with my pride and was often told To tie my tongue with ribbons of decency, Hide my opinions in my back pockets But I was never advised how and when To lay them out in the open, unrestricted.
I never learned when and how To raise the right questions, and Express my perspectives In plain black and white.
I never saw the beauty of being heard Without judgment, without fear Of being tagged a rebel, insurgent And public enemy number one.
For Someone Who Likes to Call Herself a Writer And a Poet
I often find myself searching for words in empty coffee mugs and old journals. I would sometimes peek behind the clouds and sit among the stars and ask them how it feels like to sing lullabies with the moon. Still, words don't come easy. They play hide and seek with my thoughts and I can't even stitch the torn edges of my aching heart.
I am rarely poetic. When I try to paint my smiles with the loveliest metaphors, somewhere, I mess with the colors and I end up painting rainbows with deep shades of grey. In my attempts to portray Love that would melt hearts and bones, I run after words and phrases and catch them by the ponytail. It's a struggle, I tell you. On days that words are elusive like my dreams, I sit in my little corner and ponder where I went wrong. Maybe I search for words in the wrong places and I always end up empty-minded and it's frustrating.
In a world where happiness oftentimes comes with a great price, how do I bargain with the words to compress it into stanzas and paragraphs without making it look like a tragedy?
Whoever said that we should just listen to what the heart is saying and things would fall into place like jigsaw pieces was probably right. Because right now, I am tired of chasing after multicolored metaphors in the wrong places. I would just introduce my thoughts bared-faced like how I see myself upon waking up in the morning. A glimpse of life from a different angle, viewed in plain black and white — sans filter. The truth is, I'm just making up excuses because the empty coffee mugs in front of me are bored of waiting as I struggle to tuck and tug the hems of my sentences neatly like how I do my ponytail.