Fall's around the
corner and
I know
October's are
hard

when trees are
pushing off
their leaves
and slowly
revealing their
bark

I wish the days
had been kinder
when
she laughed and
God was real

But Autumn's grey
is not to blame
for what
depression
steals.

I can't go for a walk alone outside the home when I am upset
Because I am a girl
I can't wear dresses of my choice
Because I am a girl
I can't give my opinion in my laws
Because I am a girl
I can't go for study outside my hometown
Because I am a girl
I can't travel alone in transports
Because I am a girl
I can't enjoy openly
Because I am girl

I am not independent
Because I am a girl
Sometimes I think that I am a criminal in jail
Because I am a girl
*I wish either I was not born or became the victim of female foeticide!

The texture of life is that of rough woven burlap,
With dreams of silk and fears of rags.

An old man watched the news today,
He heard the news reporter say,
Two journalists have been shot dead,
The old man sadly bowed his head,
And tears slid down his wrinkled face,
For dreams the dead could no more chase,
The woman was a bride to be,
The young man had a family,
How cruel the one who gunned them down,
And left the world in grief to drown,
The old man knew too well the cost,
For he had lived what they had lost.

Twists and turns of phrase tumble loosely from my tongue,
In spirited spinning spirals of slipping song,
Strung and spun,
Like the waving whimsical white web of an eight legged dancer,
Diving and ducking,
Dreaming and draping,
Fine feathers of free floating feeling.

all comes in black, then white
untameable linear path
segments of history chime
as you toil to make sense
of some small moment passing
riding wild with a wild heart
unwilling to be slave or master
to dreams not your own dreaming
and you try to live true
true to something so much bigger
something beyond all capture
and it dwells with you
a silence beyond silent
and it is black, and then, it is white.

walking along
the cobble ****** street
i drop pieces
of my shattered dreams
to be swept up
by the street cleaner
and deposited
into a pile of *******.

paint me with all those messy colors and broken brushes.
paint me with your rough hands and scrappy fingertips.
paint me with all your love and your regrets.
paint me in a dark room with uneven breath.
paint me with dried out lips and the tip of your tongue
paint me all night till you're halted by the sun.