You put your hands on me
But it was my fault
At least thats how you made it seem
I instigated  it
I deserved it
Men and women are equal
We should be treated equal
I hurt you
You hurt me

A girl has been killed in name of honor!
Somewhere amidst of middle east, behind serene pyramids and sand dunes, almost all females are enduring genital mutilation
Somewhere in a corner of world, behind a trash bin,under showering street lights, a teenage girl is hiding from a ******.
While in another place a girl is executing her death for she has already been ***** countless times
A death bed is already prepared for a girl in west bengal on wearing jeans in college.
Somewhere there is a girl who is ready to be sold off by her father unaware of situation just happy to wear a new dress with matching bangles.
There is a girl, wishing on a star that may night never passes and day breaks for she is afraid to be in university due to constant harassment and bullies
There is a mother out there who is beaten to death every night by her better half, she sobs herself to sleep yet wakes up in mid night to feed her child. And that child intakes that milk full of saltish tears, bruised breast and broken ribs.
These are constant struggles of females in every state, region and city.
Even after enduring all such things Women are called weak souls.
Women, everywhere, are left to interpretation of a man.
If we all human beings are equal in the eyes of creator then why aren't we, as females, infront of world?
To the females,
it's unbelievable really, why are we not more outraged?? Is fight all about masculinity?? that's why there is so much reckless endurance!!
To the males,
before considering us a girl, sister, friend or mother kindly consider us a human being. That's all we really want.
We can earn better, live better if you,all male out there, would let us do so! And please stop keeping an eye on us!! Half of problems would be solved if you guys stop eyeing us

Even if its just dream, even if you’re a dream
Let me dream of you
Until all the events become memories
Until I can’t get to see you even if I want to
Until all that is left is me and my torn heart
Let me love you until then
Even if separation is destined
Let me live this moment with you
Even if you end up being someone else last name
Let me call you mine for a second
Let me look at you with all my strength
For tomorrow I now know that you won’t be there anymore
I now know that sun would shine at same time, same place but you won’t be there to watch it with me
I now know that the songs that we are listening would always remain the way they are but we won’t
I now know that world is not changing it’s our treacherous heart that stops feeling the way it once felt.
So let me cherish you with all that I have until one of us doesn’t feel the way we feel
And when that day would come I would turnout in to bubbles and disappear just like a mermaid
But to me you would always remain a midsummer night dream
Warm, sweet and tempting yet short in existence

Walking through the forest in a dream-like trance.
And you're on my mind,
And you're always there.
Using my hands to feel my way through the leaves and bushes and branches.
I'm sorry I'm always like this,
Believe me, I try not to be.
And you're in my head, most of the time.
Other times I tell myself off for being so dumb.
I tread softly, speak softly, almost disappear, I don't deserve to be here.
In this place, too good for a thing like me.
I move my arms as I dance alone and imagine you with me.
Don't talk to me, I'm tired of always doing this.
I'm exhausted, falling for you like I always do.

Just take my hand and tell me everything will be okay.
I don't care if you lie.
Just speak softly, don't break me, I'm not sure how much more my fragile body can take.

He protects his phone
but not his ***.
Sitting on a cherry
withered-wood,
it's good to remember
that in December,
he waited for this
tired world, to pass
him by, for his mother
to 'please come home.'

Casper, undercut with curls on top,
plays a greyed banjo while wearing
the green-chestnut flannel his dad
wore before he disappeared into
vermilion sky, only remembered
with lullabies from a hopeful mom
that smelled like Pall-Malls and
factory-soaked-heartbreak.

White, chiseled with skeleton intention,
he sips from within himself,
hoping to harness new direction.

Love is a cycle
It starts out young and beautiful
Exciting and new
It deepens into more
It consumes you
It wavers
Is it worth it?
Sometimes it falls flat
You have to work at it
figure out the kinks
give it your all
It can vanish
Leave you feeling empty
Alone
Don’t give up easily
Love is a cycle
You have to work at it