Just because he was a guy,
They taught him that men don't cry,
He was forced to hide his emotions.
Burdening his heart to meaningless decisions,
They said he was not a man, if he could not whistle,
But they never thought, that he was making girls feel respectable;
They told him to start a relationship,
Unaware that it could break his beautiful friendship,
He was supposed to make the first move,
Not sure about what to do;
They fixed in his mind, the same typically old mentality,
They never tried knowing,
That he wanted to provide some space for women far from this brutality;
Bearing all the pain just because he was a man,
Speaking up his mind and heart was banned;
They said, with their decisions the world will turn sophisticated,
But now he knows the truth, that they are making it horrible;
He used to think that they are all his well wishers,
But realized it later, that these people never do anything for others;
He was filled with thoughts, that they did for his good,
But it was revealed that, he was just a pawn in the chess of false manhood;
Helping them ****** rights of women, who used to earn themselves livelihood;
So that women would always be below their knees,
It was his time now to open up the true colors of them,
Giving equal rights to women,
Becoming one among the true men;
Listening to his heart,
And  not being diverted by criticism, still spread in world's part;
The fear of not being a man, now has gone apart,
Because he knows, he could be a man only by heart....


          PAY HEED TO YOUR HEART!INSTEAD OF MEAN PEOPLE!!!!
    
                                          
                                                           BHOOMI MITTAL.A

I just want to relive those days again,
When I used to smile genuinely,
Instead of giving a fake tight lipped one.
I want to be the child again,
Who used to get happy,
As if given his favorite cotton candy;
I want to be the mischievous one again,
Who used to give a cheeky- smile & puppy eyes,
On being caught for the little mischiefs';

I want to live my utopia,
Where every thing is just so perfect;
Where Cinderellas' have a happily ever after,
Where a knight in shining armor,
Is waiting for his damsel,
Where Augustus and Hazel become a single soul,
Where partings are never too longing.

I miss my old self,
Who used to believe fairy godmothers are real,
And one day she would meet the seven little dwarfs,
Who would be ready to protect her.

I miss the one little kiddo:
Who would instantly look up at a shooting star,
As if wishing for someone to wake her up,
And take her covertly to meet Olaf,
The one whose banter was enjoyed,
The one whose laugh was contagious.

But now it feels like,
It's all in the past...

The green meadows,
So bright and tempting,
Calling me for nestling,
The soft sun rays,
Enchanting and alluring,
Making my Mind swing,
To choose between staying and swaying,
The blushing lavender's,
Sweet and delicate,
Admiring my quality as a stellate,
Asking me to be its mate,
Leaving behind this queer gait!
My not so courageous heart,
Weak and frail,
Almost giving in, to the promises they hail,
But there's this brain,
Strong and conscious,
Reminding of my committed promises,
Stopping me from prancing into my delirious....