You can’t trust a pretty woman.
Those eyes, ethereal, glittering
in focus towards your direction.
You can’t trust a pretty woman.
Caught between the burning touch of
skin on skin and the soft taste of lust
in the nape of her neck. Her hand
is in your hair, perhaps finding its
way down your back. She’s smiling
through clutched lips, perhaps nibbling
on yours. You need her for a minute
there; all pride, all dignity, cast astray
for her fix. She understands this.
She capitalizes on your momentary
weakness, slipping the knife
slowly between two of you ribs.
You feel it miles away.
You feel it, pain careening
from far off, clenching
your teeth and muscles.
You can’t trust a pretty woman.
You pull away, look
into those eyes.
Nothing.
Nothing but that smile,
and the sweet taste of lust,
dead on your tongue.

forget the drugs. yeah, they’re going
around and yeah, they’re pretty
dangerous, but they don’t take as many
lives. stop searching kids’
lockers and start looking for the deeper
stuff, the things that leave heavier
inflictions. yeah, i
know it’s nearly one
hundred degrees outside, and
there’s girls in here wearing
long sleeved sweaters. they’re
hiding something more
sinister, something
that can’t be measured in
kilos.

It takes many reasons to recover but one to relapse.

When a girl is born,
she is born in hatred
she is born in limitations,restriction,binding

As her childhood life begins,
the fight whether to educate her starts
people believe,it is better to save money for her dowry,

As her teenager life begins,
she suffers from her monthly cycle
& she is looked by the eyes that she has become a women
now ready to reproduce a life
even for some she is not allowed to worship in temples

As her adulthood life begins,
she is forced by everyone to get married
she is forced to give birth to a son
And spent her entire life looking after her children,husband & siblings
Without a utter,she does all for others happiness,

As her oldage life begins,
she is now laying in bed
nobody to care
nobody to look after her &
She is thrown away
but she never "complained"



Nobody understood her pain
when she was shouting inside,
I want to study
the pain she suffered every month
I dont want to get married,
the pain she went through the night of her marriage
I dont want to give birth
the pain ,the struggle of 9 months she suffered


but when she wanted someone,there was nobody to stand beside her,
nobody ever asked what she wanted
nobody ever noticed her pain
nobody every noticed her cry


"She was born to sacrifice her life"
But nobody noticed what she did for everyone

And forever she is known by"someone"
who came and disappear.........