A living "still picture" if you're living,
A once lived "still memory" if you're dead!!

Yay turned 17
This is my first b'day on Hello poetry..
A big thank you for all the support..

Finally "He" was born , gave the sweetest cry
doctors printed the gender "M" , given the biggest lie

relatives and visitors rushed to see the baby
sharing sweets and happiness , father was busy

after few years , he became the prettiest boy
wished to grow hair , but his father became angry

he whined and whined and whined terribly
but was forced to stop , when they said boys don't cry

he soon found another way to be happy
that painting the nails , with the colour ruby

mother got shocked , but tried to understand calmly
worried what people would say , she began to worry

cosmetics and jewellery, mother kept everything away
few months has been passed , she thought now everything's okay

today he's an educated person , being ever more wealthy
posted a pic on insta , of himself painting the nails and lip-ivory

the pic gone viral, people began criticising & tagged #girly or boy?
"it doesn't matter" , some raced to reply

a group began reposting , tagged #human being rapidly
commented, "anyone will bleed when cut" no matter he/she/they
he continued to love his inner "she" ...

Would you remember,the times when
we were cracking jokes?
would you cry over, by reminiscing those days
which I cared you even more?
would you sit there all alone,
and wish,this should be a dream?
would you keep looking me in all selfies we took?
would you take my guitar and,hum my favourite song,
without shedding tears?
would you remove the dust from all the trophies,
which I had once achieved?
would you sleep every night, hugging my pillow and my frame?
would you smell my favourite blue hoodie,draped with my
favourite perfume?
would you miss my preachings,which I had always tried to say,
by walking behind you ,wherever you go?
would you take a look at my diary in which, each page has only
to say about you....?

Girls would remember, every special days meant for them and
    all gifts they receive..


and Boys would remember ,every special moments they share with their ones and
              the gifts they give....

Running with the scars, never got so tired,
fighting for the truth,never got so fired,
swimming with pain , never got me dried,
i  built rampart for my dark ,but not for my dreams

cause, limiting yourself would be the poison you eat,
dodging your risks, would be the path you wait,
holding back n not trying, would be your allowance to be a bait,
challenge yourself n trying so hard, and mind it's not too late..

When I looked at the amazing night sky,
I promised myself to not to cry
I slipped back to my stories,
where once my childhood stays
memories once locked, unlocked cause of the sight
sitting at doorstep on my mother's lap,
never runned out of stories even if water doesn't from the tap
Immersed in her stories,never knowed the food which had
too much salt
now I'm craving for her stories which was once came into halt
reminiscing those old good stories of her,
I wish,I could become a child again...

When people ask me , are you okay?
My mouth replies , yeah I'm fine.

BUT

My heart replies silently , "help me".

Don't cry,it looks bad on you
Just smile,you'll be so beautiful as I ever know...

Sometimes we find people, coming to talk to us , only when they need help!
But always think that they are seeking light from you,when they are amidst darkness...

Years will add up , so does your ages
smiles,sadness,laughter,all will come by
will experience everything before your eye

Neither the formula of gravity nor the derivation of elasticity
could stay in your memory or in your life's story
only times when you laughed over,
times when you joked around,
times when being loved by someone,
can only live longer,and will etch deeply in your heart..

This world...our world , got it's differences..
It held a beautiful statistics..a brilliant geometry of lives..

People sketched, the unnecessary graphs..
in the name of castes , colour , gender , nationality and what not!!
Hence created the ugliest line of division..
about ,who can be the numerator and be above the community line..
and who can be the denominator and live under the poverty line..

Some crafted wealthiest names..while others had to hide their tears under unfinished roofs..
Some  chased for their own rise...while others have to eat the only rotten rice..

Multiplied the division deliberately..
Added up the differences wanting-ly..

We should evaporate the boundaries ,  we drew in our life's charts....
should redefine our lives ,  to decrease the death rates...

Let's choose humanity over cruelty..
Helping over hindering..
Love over hate..

Remember ,we all are alike..
'cause every being has to make their first cry after birth..
'cause every being has it's last breath..
every being has to breathe till death..
every being have to bleed when cut..

You may find many reasons to live,
but  just a single one making you to die..