They say," You learn from your mistakes..."
But, what to do if mistakes are done on every edge...
I packed my bags...and went back to my island...
once I saw how crowded the city was...
filled with bright faces and black hearts...
I completely reject...that my heart is all red...
But not all black...
I gave them my treasure...for them to feel good...
But...look at them...trying to crush me with their heels...
They think...they know it all...
and I won't deny...
They know me...but they don't know me...
I am always at that same place...
They call me out as...boring...lazy...the list goes on...
Giving me...advices...on socializing
But do they really know?
Where I go...or where I went...
There are millions of secrets inside me...
With the fire burning higher and higher...
My heart turns darker...
But there is a difference between us...
I am my own treasure...
I am my own graveyard...
And yes...I do have a black heart...with a red door...
behind which...I save the love...for the handful...I trust...
They tell me...things about myself as if they own me...
A smile comes on my lips...
A smile full of pity... for them
as they continue to think...they know me...

It would come for me...
When all the sand of my hourglass would
be completely on the other side...
May be...it would have a reason...may be not
Because...it doesn't need one to arrive.
Last night...when a pain arose in my chest
And my heartbeat was all I could hear...
My breath was like a storm...
and my mind was surrounded by agony.
I realised...it doesn't matter...if I leave.
What will happen when I die?
A funeral comes in my mind
Some people called the closed ones...would cry
But ask them...not to shed tears
It doesn't matter...as Rumi said," Death has nothing to do with going away..."
But would I be a hero or a villain...when it arrives?
Would Hades send Thanatos to take me or would I reach the Elysium fields of Zeus?

But still here I am...not able to welcome it warmly...
There are people I have hurt...I have to put aid on...
There are places I have to reach...
There is someone I have to meet...
And there are verses I have to write...
there are verses I have to write...

It feels like a graveyard inside...
Everything is dead...
But the demons...were still in hunger...
So, they dug up the graves...
They were feeding on my dead...
But these graveyards are good for nothing
So they are...on their way
to the forest...
But...here...I am...
I don't know...when I lost my way?
And ended up...in the middle of the ocean...
Everyone knows...I don't know how to swim...
I am drowning deeper and deeper...
But...it's been a while here...
so it's fine...to be breathless...
I have memories of the radio in my dark room...
It doesn't work any more...broken...
I thought...it would be safe in here...
deep down in the ocean...nobody would come...
But the spiders are everywhere....
Just like...they were across my room...the garden...everywhere!
They live all over my head...
Digging up...my mind...eating every piece of it...
I guess...the demons couldn't reach down here...
So these spiders make my mind rotten...
I don't know...where I am?
I just float around...deep down in the dark ocean...
with the my eyes wide open...
I can see the light disappearing.

Walking all scared alone at night
Getting harassed on internet
Increasing no. of rapes and assaults
And the never ending sagas
This gender - men
has made life hell! for many of us...  
But...how can I say all of them?
I cannot insult my father...and thousand other men
Whom I have seen giving regard to the women
I still remember that night...
when my father saved that lady from a creep...
I feel so proud to be such man's daughter
And there are...yes there are...thousands of proud daughters and sons like me...
Men who are raising men...
to make this society better...safer for everyone...yes they are there.
It's us women...being preyed by patriarchy...
What about men? who have been crushed by this system...
Why was his tear not that valuable?
They laughed at him as if a clown
And now I know...why clowns are portrayed deadly
His emotions are considered trash
I wonder when was this equation made
that emotions = 10 x weakness
Just hold on like that...with a straight numb face
or you won't be 'man' enough
All sizes are not beautiful...when it comes to him
As his short height is not acceptable!
He will be the 'man' of the house...with every one's happiness on his shoulders
Even if...he is tired or broken inside
He couldn't talk about his depression...why?
Suicides eating these beautiful men...
because this society can't see them opening up!
See...how far we have come...forgetting about him
He is not metal...he is human too...
with a little heart beating...that aches the same when broken
He needs to be loved and pampered
He won't be less man...when asks for help
Society says," we are losing gentlemen..."
But who is to be blamed then?