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 KK24511 months 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
Edges of my lips, They're wide
Though it pains a lot
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
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.