Be , what you are!!!
I am not a feminist, According to this day and age. I don’t believe in hating men, Or that we were created the same.
By KK2453 years ago in Poets
Now here when I stand, on the verge of my death, I see you laughing, I don't envy your laughter, but I do fear your tears.
Life is no more but a game Where everyone wants name and fame You should play enthusiastically this game So that you will succeed in your aim .
He looks stoically across the room His uncertain gaze resting upon her She is speaking with someone Her voice hurried and abrupt
I'm smiling Edges of my lips, They're wide Though it pains a lot I'm smiling They spilled acid on my face But failed to burn my dreams
Those big warm hands which I have held since I was born are now not that bigger than mine Those huge bulky arms which swung me here and there are now not that enormous anymore
Here comes the Sinister, Terrorising the gullible. Night and day, all time, all time Clamouring. Felon is a predator,
Now that no one is around, My true self must be found. Living in a world where we must pretend. Being not "me" his life one must spend.
Oh! I love this cloudy sky This weather so optimally cool Not too humid not too gloom Oh! These lovely colours Have a tint new in this damped light
Lost in the beautiful garden of mind, Where her memories were bloomed in every direction. The way she smiled, Brightening up my world.
Somebody's watching me That's how it has been lately I feel it every second Just so now and then The walls,floors or the sink
As the day ends, She is aware that she needs to rest. For she finds the courage to face another “Tomorrow”, Yet the dreadful thought of returning to her lonely room makes her nauseous.