I hope. I have this ardent hope
in my heart to die.
This life is insufferable.
He order us to be thankful,
to be happy,
because he has provided for us.
And I see it . I truly do.
But it is so hard.
This life.
Despite the comforts.
Despite the luxury.
It might be harder for others
but that does not reduce my suffering.
This life hurts.
I cannot continue on.
I desire an escape. Anything. 
Death or freedom.
Death and freedom.
Eternal distance.
If not that, then unconquerable distance.
It is hard to live a life with heavy heart.
To live one with shoulders burdened with gratitude is harder still.

Blue eyes, ever so mysterious
Sealed lips,  always hiding a secret,
Red hair,  a dash of love when you run away from truth.


Joy shining in your eyes, laugh lines ever present,
Laughs escaping your lips as if it costs you nothing,
Hair playing with the wind like children with no worries



Eyes downcast,  shying away or guilty?
Lips smiling from here, frowning from there,
Hair,  half done up,  half swaying in the wind.



So tell me darling,  what are you? An open book or a relic written in God's own language?

Atleast I have a mother who can eat everyday.

Atleast I have a mother who can eat.

Atleast I have a mother who can.

Atleast I have a mother who.

Atleast I have a mother.

Atleast I have a.

Atleast I have.

Atleast I.

Atleast.

Atleast you are human.

Atleast.

At the very least.

Maybe.

Not.

You don't speak up.

You don't speak.

You don't.

You.

It is easy to erase both of us when we don't resist.

There is no difference between you and me.

Except atleast you have a voice.

Atleast use it.

At the very least.

Prove you are a human.

At the very least.

I saw a brave bird today,
Unapologetic about her barred face.
She sat,  perched on the mossy branch of my favorite tree,
Mysteriously familiar with her piercing gaze.

People found her unfortunate looking,
She didn't care about what people thought,
She had come to live and live she would,
This amazing outlook,  by others uncaught,
Maybe it comes from within,  it is self-taught,
I ponder on this,  an afterthought.

In came a savage, ill-bred,
Willfully ignorant of the lesson she exhibited,
Shooing her away,  now content,
The savage doesn't know his wisdom remains limited.

The bird was elegant and unafraid,
She made a graceful ascent,
The brute cursed and cursed and cursed,
For she had left him a parting present.

I giggled to myself,
Secure even after the separation,
For I know I'd see her again tomorrow,
For on the tree,  and now in my heart,  lays her foundation and accommodation..

I saw a brave bird today,  
Unapologetic about her barred profile,
I learnt alot by just looking at her,
Like how to accept yourself with grace and a smile,
And make your life worthwhile..


I saw a brave bird today and
I'd see her tomorrow too,
I wish to be her and learn more,
If she can do it, so can you.

I saw my brave bird today and
I'm going to be someone's brave bird tomorrow...

"Exactly as as kings.   Feeling full for it.            Exactitude as kings.            So to beseech you as full as for it.            Exactly or as kings..... Exact resemblance to exact resemblance the exact resemblance as exact resemblance, exactly as resembling, exactly resembling, exactly in resemblance exactly and resemblance. For this is so. Because."

("If I Told Him", Gertrude Stein, questioning the axiom of meaning and language as fixed.)

Exactly as as victims. We have the power to starve you. Exactitude as victims. We are so wounded that we will bomb you. Exactly or as victims.

"Exact resemblance to exact resemblance the exact resemblance as exact resemblance, exactly as resembling, exactly resembling, exactly in resemblance exactly and resemblance. For this is so. Because."

Exact resemblance to victims. Do you see it?

Today i feel some pain,
Because i have failed again..
Sadness is seeping into my heart,
And minute by minute I Am falling apart.

My smile seems to be drooping down,
All grins lost, now i am just left with a frown.

It is not that i failed,
But that i have failed yet again.
All the joy is now veiled,
The smiles, how long can i feign?

Now, melancholy grips my soul,
Will i ever be able to succeed
There's this emptiness, when will i feel whole,
To Nike, I plead.


The failure is disheartening,
i don't want to try anymore
Oh look my vision is darkening,
My vigour to try again needs some time to restore.

I see your broken smiles during happy times,
What's wrong, my love?

Two misty pools, full of tears, shining bright during celebrations,
Are you alright, my dear?

I hear screams of pain during your carefree laughs,
What's the matter, my beauty?

Talk to me honey, before it gets too late,
Am I doing something wrong?

There you go again, despair reflecting in each inch of your face,
Talk to me please, look I have started to earnestly cry now.
Oh no darling,  don't you dare close your eyes!
Oh no darling,  don't you dare close your eyes.
Don't you dare.....  Close your eyes.

Loving you is like eating pistachios,
I can't stop once I have started!

When love dies,
It is not always hatred that takes its place,
Sometimes it is nothingness and void showing their ugly face.

When bravery dies,
It is not always cowardice blowing its horn,
Sometimes acceptance of the fear is born.

When kindness you used to receive dies,
It is not always that cruelty looks promising and grand,
Sometimes self protection and love come forward to hold your hand.

But when humanity dies,
It is always melancholy and destruction making their way,
No good or constructive feeling ever gets a say.