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 Sep 2014 Anshul
Madhurima
Dear society,

Stop trying to sober us up.
We’re young and bright
and beautiful and loud.
We will light up every
corner of every room
and still shine brighter
than the sun.

Stop telling us to cover up.
We will wear little black dresses
and bright red lipsticks,
leave lip-stains all over
your precious little world
and look so good doing it
that you’ll have to look away.

Stop telling us to slow down.
We live and love with so much
power and strength that we
cannot stop for you
or anyone, for that matter.
Every day is our day
and the world, our oyster.

Stop telling us we’re useless.
One day, we’re going to run the world
for you; going to be soldiers, doctors
writers, artists, speakers of the truth
and the truth is that we’re alive
and strong and here, and
you cannot control us.

From impatient, beautiful, and exuberant young girls everywhere.
 Sep 2014 Anshul
i s a b e l l a
I*  am  not  weak.
I am strong.
I will get through this.
It may be eating me alive,
but i'll end its hunger.
I am not weak.
I  am  a  *
survivor.
this poem is therapy for me, but whatever you're going through right now, please stay strong. You are amazing and so brave. Just please remember that.
 Sep 2014 Anshul
Amitav Radiance
Meditate on the present
And listen to your soul
As it prepares you for future
Breathe in life to rejuvenate
And realize the power within you
 Sep 2014 Anshul
bones
Moondrops
 Sep 2014 Anshul
bones
The night
the moon started
to drip
a silver drop
fell from
it's tip
and carved
in the dark
the sweep
of an arc
so fine
we thought heaven
had split.
 Sep 2014 Anshul
one llucy
The Cliff
 Sep 2014 Anshul
one llucy
Many brave warriors
            dared to scale it
         some succeeded.
   Mountain men were
challenged to climb it
                    a few fell
         some persevered.
the townspeople gazed
    at it from the village
                           in awe
               
                
                But only you                 jumped.
 Sep 2014 Anshul
a m a n d a
purpose
 Sep 2014 Anshul
a m a n d a
the saddest thing
i've ever seen
is the stillness of windmills
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