The pain of loneliness when you're surrounded by a multitude;
It stings really deep.

When it comes to pouring out your heart, strangers are the best people to talk to. Zero judgment, all ears.
This is a beautiful place to find such "strangers" because people are open minded.
Whatever you're feeling, you're never alone. Talk to someone.

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" ...

What matters is what you have accomplished, not what you have arrived for.

This injury not
Worth your worry
None had the power
To take your beauty away
On the outside and inside
You shine like a star filled sky
You radiate charm
Lucky is the injury
Can borrow your elegance
Large hearted to share it
Makes you more attractive
Made fun of by others
Does not matter
Throwing stones at the Sun
Doesn't reduce its radiance
Others making fun of your
Shows their lacking in confidence
Do not waste thoughts
On people without a heart
Do not worry Be happy
You are the definition of beauty
Unable to handle it
They seek humor in your agony
Even in agony none is a patch
To lessen your appeal
Go to class
And give it Class

The numbers on the board
Did not understand a word
Number and word
Identical it appeared

Numbers dancing in my head
Already overload of baggage inside
Saw others at ease it with
Made me more nervous than it already is

Words were jumbled
I couldn't even mumble
Writing alphabets a task
B and D s Were D s and B s

Affected my learning
Crippling my understanding
Did not know i was dyslexic
Results in exams were tragic

Above average intelligence
Socially likeable amongst friends
Grasping with common sense
Had no problem hence

A rarity in occorunce
Great men overcame this detterant
I did too with perseverance
No regrets clarity in my vision and vision

The clock is ticking,
time is thinning.
I'm withered to a few loose threads,
on the verge of snapping,
threadbare.
It's not fair
that nothing gold can stay
summer fades,
you move away,
youthful days,
and these threads that are frayed
can never be put back together.
Time is brutal, everyone dreads her,
you can run but you can't hide.
The clocking is ticking...