I am different
Won't be silent
Time to be gallant
Like you, I cry
I laugh, I lie
Break Me, I die
Won't say good bye
I also get hurt
At Me, people throw dirt
Just because I wear skirt
You can't break me
I will rise, you'll see
When you can't accept my beauty
Love me the way I am
Don't create a scam
Sea of judgement, I swam
I don't give a shit, Damn
Sand has no gender
I am not a blunder
Listen to me oh tag vendor
I know I am a transgender
What I do is my choice
I am a voice
Like a plot by Joyce
Knock me down, I''ll get up
Leave Me, I'll follow up
Breaking me isn't your teacup
I will always have my head up.
Hi dear friend,
It's been long since I spoke to you, about anything under the sky, or even how pretty the nature looked. No, I haven't forgotten you. I just don't have the courage to tell you again that your friend has covered herself with a head of mess all over again, after you had come to her rescue and swept away it all. I perhaps don't have the courage to face you and tell you that the demon you had prohibited me from, I decided to stand next to it again, for I was stuck between the dead sea and the mountains and I perhaps ran to the demon that destroyed me more. I didn't know what and how to tell you a of this and face you for your reactions. All I can say is my dear friend, that you a...
Who is better?
Someone who physically abuses you, or someone who abuses you mentally and emotionally?
Which is easy to recover and heal?
Tell me your insights folks!
Is drinking is really bad??
I'm indian and here drunken person is supposed as scum person.
Tell me your views by writing a letter.
And add #drinkchallenge
"Silahkan... raih pelarianmu di sana."
Jerit bara yang mengepul di dada.
"Sebentar, bukankah selama ini kamulah tempatnya berlari?"
Bisik darah yang tak beriak di kepala.
Seru keduanya menentang ragu.
Ever since I was young, I felt alone
Not part of the crowd; all my own
Standing on my own was the hard part
But that's only the beginning and that's where it starts
Until I met you, I was alone
But I did not moan or groan
The only thing I did was be your friend
And we were, what felt like, friends to the end
But life intervened, and I don't think we're friends anymore
I'm not sure about that, though, so don't roar an angry roar
When I felt alone, I felt like a different color then the average man
But that was part of God's plan
So, your friendship brightened up my day
I no longer felt "out of the way"
And my color changed to match yours
If we're still friends, our color is the thing that s...
A naive heart and solid black frame glasses.
A tall figure and checkered shirt.
Both resented the idea of unison except if it was of milk and a cashew nut cookie!
Not willing to say, I love yous'. They secretly dreamt of more. More serenity. More depth. More feels!
So, when the paper napkin fell off the table and she picked it up.......
Refused to give it back...she wanted to look and then it happened.....
She said, "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!"
Oh boy did he knew! Fallen so hard Diamond's
Moh's hardness Number couldn't match his!
No he was not a geek and no i am not a geek. We just paid attention to properties of diamond so we knew how to be one!
Little annoying wish...
"Are you afraid of falling in love?"
"I'm afraid of being the only one who falls."
Inside an outsider
Two languages one mind
Too much of a kind
Subtleties and complications
As we are lonely in a crowd
Every shaking hand, blinking of eyes
Stuck in timezones and dimensions
Awake when butterflies settle
Asleep when they fly away
We are not one of a kind
We are all kinds at once
We are inside out
*WOMAN*. . . . . . . . .
When God created woman he was working late on the 6th day.......
An angel came by and asked." Why spend so much time on her?"
The lord answered. "Have you seen all the specifications I have to meet to shape her?"
●She must function on all kinds of situations.
●She must be able to embrace several kids at the same time.
●Have a hug that can heal anything from a bruised knee to a broken heart.
●She must do all this with only two hands.
●She cures herself when sick and can work 18 hours a day.
THE ANGEL was impressed" Just two hands.....impossible!
And this is the standard model?"
The Angel came closer and touched the woman.
"But you have made her so soft, Lord".
This garage is different now,
It feels a little vacant.
Though here I sit, painting and listening to that same playlist again,
It's missing you, and us singing to the songs of love.
I can't wait to get out of here,
All that I've experienced in this apartment.
Although my time here has been temporary and coming soon to a close,
The memories that have been made here are permanent.
And my favorite ones are the ones that we made together.
From that first night we finally locked hands, igniting a great fire, to sitting in this garage and lying in bed together.
Those ones will last forever.
he- Jaanu suno nah :/
He- Haan Baby sunao na 🙂
She – Aap mujhse shaadi toh karoge na?
He- Hehe han na jaan krunga na…aapse nhi to kiss se karunga?
Sorry autocorrect *kis🙈
She – Hehe pagal…
Aur ghar wale nahi mane toh?
He- Mai kiss liye hun phir?? manaa lunga apne sas sasur ko
She – achawww…kese?
He – Unse bolunga apko Award milna chahiye inne pyare production ke liye
She- Hehehe Love you pagal ladke
He – Gori tere pyar mei hum to huwe pagal
She – Acchaw koi mujhse gori & acchi mil gayi toh?
He- Toh Kya? Uske pyar me pagal
She- hawwww …Bahut gande ho…Jao baat nahi
Karni mujhe apse
He – Arey puri baat to sunn lo babu uske pyar me pagal baki duniya Hlho mai apka aur aap meri ho
What about that book of gay life.
There were few times when waking moments felt good. To say a certain way of looking that slips into you and when you go notice it you're already half way in.
Probably that's rich life.
Probably that's the time when you look alive.
But to be enough sensitive to sense such deliberate nuances one must feel, and accept it all. Even the origins of thought and of the universe within.
But all this was to be merely noted in the flow of life and time,to search them with force was to evaporate them,for these are tender thoughts for the tender soil of our fertile mind that grows with knowledge and learning and that in it self is far enough and embedded in the strands of...
Letters to Me
(Select quotes from a writer's journal):
December 12, 2014
"They say that a true writer writes every day, regardless of what they write. That they actively participate in the process in some form or another and subscribe to that lifestyle. I want so desperately to be a writer and I am determined to write every day, even if all I end up with is 100% rubbish. Hopefully SOMETHING brilliant surfaces from the rest of the bullshit."
December 18, 2014
"Well...that was short-lived. I don't think the 'physically writing every single day' thing is going to happen for me."
April 4, 2015
"My subconscious is smirking like the happiest son of a bitch and laughing in between every word of,...
I live in a world Where
"females" means "weakness"
And "male" means "strength".
"Feminists" are seen with disgust
When they take a stand
While "Meninists" strike a blithesome laugh.
"Women" working till late at night
Are assumed to have
While "Men" doing the same are assumed to be hard working.
Anything "fair" and "male" is thought to be "power"
While "black" and "female" is thought to be symbol of "oppression".
A world where words like "menstruation" and "sex"
Are displeasing than "rape" and "dowry",
Where "We" are tagged and misjudged
Slapped on "Our" faces with
In our technology,
In our teams
In our organizations,
In our children
And our children's children,
In our family
But some are missing.
How about pride in humans?
We all need a little more pride...
Who is your fallback!
People help you the way they know to help you. To help you to come out of stress, one friend will ask you to drink and another will ask you to meditate. To overcome hurt, one friend will ask you to take revenge and get even, and another will ask you to forgive and get ahead with your life. ‘Who is your fallback’ makes all the difference. Duryodhana’s predicament, in his own words, was, “I know what is right but I am not able to indulge in it. I know what is wrong but I am not able to avoid it.” He needed a fallback. His fallback was his uncle Sakuni, and resultantly, Duryodhana moved from bad to worse. Arjuna’s predicament was different. He was allowing his personal emot...
Speaking to the sky , the clouds and the moon , she used to confess everything that killed her from within.
Pain really changes a person to such an extent that the person starts enjoying the pain more than suffering it.
She kept craving for the sadness hauls in her stomach , the tears in her eyes spoke about her nightmares , her heart was heavy and dark .
She learned a lot from those tears .
No matter what , life has a different plan for all of us. A different plan that makes us cry more laugh with our hearts and make us feel better .
We are all haunted by pain and sorrow from within.
Yet , we wear a smile and keep our head high with telling to self that there is no one as strong as mys...