I hold a gun,
                                    Because I cannot run,
But I want to run,
               Because monsters come from the guns,
                  The monsters are the ones touched by the gun,
           The monsters pain is screamed and sung,
And if I run,
                                                                   I can't stop,
                                       If I run,
       I will become a monster from someone elses gun.

-a dark brigade
carrying a funeral pyre.
held to the sky,
a message burning for miles.
weeping, is their war-cry
for grief they march,
to their battle of scorn.-

Who am I,
What do I seek,
Why do I cry,
Why am I weak.

What's my purpose,
I'm not sure,
Am I worthless,
I'm just a man and nothing more.

do you know the weight of it?
clawing your way up
test after test,
year after year,
to be the perfect reflection of the dreams they have for you,
those that are now your own.
where your worth now hangs.

when they see the prize,
they say, 'oh it comes so easily to her'

Easily?

i bled for this.
i screamt for this.
and my mind?
it whispers
'this is just what you're supposed to do'
you are 'gifted'
its your mere responsibility.
nothing to celebrate. nothing special.

isnt it?

Proud to be a woman!
We are strong like the Mountains,
Deep like Oceans, and High Achievers like Clouds.
We are Soft like Snow, Hard like Stone,
And Dangerous like Fire.
We're Valuable like Silver, Precious like Gold And Priceless like Diamonds.
We're Lovable, Valuable, Understandable,
Respectable, Changeable, and Undefeated,
Because we're women.
#HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY
I should Say HAPPY STRONG HUMAN Being DAY

She is a teacher, she is a guide,
A doctor, a pilot, with strength and pride.

She reaches the stars, she touches the sky,
No dream too big, no goal too high.

She leads, she builds, she loves, she fights,
A force of power, a source of light.

Happy International Women's Day!

I love you when you are happy
I love you when you are sad
I loved you yesterday
And I'll love you tomorrow
More than i previously had.

I love you in the moonlight
I love you in the storms
I love you the way
Roses love thorns.

I love you in autumn
I love you when leaves gloss
I'll love you the same way
Grief loves loss.

An eclipse right at noon,  
Daylight faded in swift.  
The whirl of life, haphazardly, spun—  
The night came before the shade could lift.  

He picked a mask he liked;  
Never did he take it off.  
Blood changed, adrenaline spiked—  
By a stranger, he himself was kicked off.  

This stranger lived with a new face;  
Some were disturbed by his change.  
In every test, he'd ace—  
A lock one would never hinge.  

He exists still, but not there;  
Doesn't care about the world.  
Yet thinks himself to be fair,  
A repeated mistake too old.  

And he shall know  
Of the mishaps he conceived.  
The melancholic days—a fierce blow;  
In no respect was he healed.  

That, he knew too, very clear;  
His soul had long been tainted to care.  
When asked for "the real you"—a sharp spear  
On masks of previous spin, could he stare.  

One day, a new air—  
This stranger was then caught.  
He sought an urge he couldn't bear,  
Struck by the truthful Failnaught.