Even though disappointed thousand times
or struck in a fight,
She is now finally rising from
her life's darkest night.

So, today I stand here,
Afraid to reveal my heights
recite my ideas,
and fight for my rights.

You detained me of my will,
Agonized my mind
descended my skill.
And confining me to fork and knife,
Yes, it is true that this
Is the story of my life.

She who was pressed from all sides
remained victorious in her spirits
overcoming her fetters
giving wings to her mind.

She, the nucleus of our society
deprived of her living,
with a tormented mind
and  fractured  within her own kind.

If she tends to be so weak,
Then the future of our country is bleak.

As she sprouts
I can see the season are changing...
things are getting better.
She's becoming something more beautiful
One drop of rain and
he lets his love be the grounds liberal.
One drop of rain and he will grow
into a rose with thorns, because that's life...
sometimes you get pricked
Under the sun as a Cali flower
in Texas weather.*
You know nothing is impossible

Its hard pretending
not to know each other.
Because we aren't just strangers,
we're strangers with some memories.
We once shared laughs,
tears and
pizza together.
We can't act like ''we''
never existed,
when we both know we did.
...........

And all of a sudden  those colorful t-shirts don't make sense at all.
Those party dresses seem like a waste of cloth.
Black is what I like.
Black is what makes sense.
Because now that I know the real you,
Black is all I can see.
Black is all I can hear.

Crimson colour shined in his eyes,
Tip tap, the voices he heard.
And in no time the knife fell from the right hand.
And in no time the pulse escaped from the left hand.


                                         -Thoughts
                                        Mehar Bawa

I am a plain brown bird
singing off-kilter
through the darkness.
I wonder at your tribute
as it wafts upward
on these cold nights.
Those words make me stronger
than I am.
My heart flutters
at the starshine heat.
May be
I will fly