I was content in my typical life, Changes are hard for me to survive. The mornings, the evenings i lived by, Submissively but happily I surrendered my life. That day was usual without a tinge, I was clueless

For a long time I felt I wasn't enough. A lot of people tried to convince me that wasn't the case but it wasn't them that could have done anything about it. It was you. You finally taught me I was enough

They'll rip you apart and break you down. They'll tell you, you're not enough. They'll tell you everything you never want to hear. You'll grow a second skin so nothing permeates through to you. You'll

I can bleed my cravings away I can forget there existed another day You can grant the virile seas a version of me But the seas demand a storm that can never fade away. Chain me to the pretense of time

Trapped I'm trapped within the cage I built on whiskey and wine Banging and thrashing and clawing at dreams Not even I can let myself out tonight I'm faced with thoughts I've thought deceased It's gnawing

Fear I feel like my skin has started to shed. The world's a sham and rain's acid. People who love die. People who kill survive. If fear drives you. Shouldn't fear kill you? Love kills we say. Alas, for

There's a disconnect in the light. A Pretense of sympathy. Highlighting every inch I hate of me. Suppressing thoughts and rendering me vacant. But there's a feel about the darkness. Unhinging emotions.

Her Witness The raging chaos Hidden deep within the duress The trembling breaths Pacified with cigarettes Unconcealed The poetry in her body That the scars yell hoarse The sleepless nights Covered with

Hidden Far deep into the breath of the nights The lone star Denies me the song of my sighs Some semblance to life A pretense of a smile In a vibrant city An old soul in a weakened armour Muse devoured

Trapped Enshrined within The rage of the past Lies a sigh of remorse Of defeat at last Far beyond the defeat Dreams the hope Gathering up its veil Regretting wars of yore Flying past the hope Births the

How? There is no respite when border defines lives and men in waistcoasts decides to slaughter peasant as scapegoats And we blind ourselves to scarred flesh reaching through barbed wires weary emotions

There Is To remembering abuse can be both emotional and physical and can be perpetrated by all, gender no bar: There’s an old house on the mountains it stands on worn down stilts and sighs against crumbling

Me Too The amount of women sharing their stories on #metoo has been staggering. How so many people fail to grasp the consent is beyond me. There's a woman draped in white lighting herself a pyre filling

I Laughed I laughed, we all did. We laughed like a riot And it echoed in that room full of people who knew me. I loved every person in that room, and I believe at that point they love me too. I remember

Let it Cry My heart is silenced at night. It rests asleep Under the moonlight. Tears frozen, numb and cold from the nights chill. It is in the light of the day, under the heat of the sun, it roars awake.

You was Different There was something in you, you would've turned off days into good days. You were always there in all those happy moments and to complete all those unsaid little desires. There was something

We sat on the terrace, looking at the sky and the sea leave away traces of their beauty as the night sky covered us up. We didn't talk that day. All we did is, look out in the open hoping, wondering, if

Just Be There You seem him stirring his coffee continuously. You see his hands fidgeting. You see how his eyes wander everywhere except into your eyes. And then you hold his hand and ask, "Are you

Don't stop yourself, from doing what you want to do Dont stop yourself from taking that risk, Dont stop yourself from being a generous person, dont stop yourself to help someone in need. Dont stop yourself

He stood there, right in front of me. Telling me, to fall in love. Not with him. Not with anyone else, but myself. He told me to look at my flaws and not worry about them. He told me to look at my smile