It feels heavy all the time
As if rather than carrying an *****
She is carrying a stone within the ribs.
Somedays she is just tired...
I was never alone
They say there is no one beside me
But they don't know whose behind me
He is a man of principles...
with glassy eyes and a golden heart
full of love and pure values
The ones who raised him are proud of him
and the ones around...are prouder!
Today, I apologise for taking him for granted
And grateful for the times when he heard me.
Its been 17 years
But his shoulders have been the highest point
I have reached.
He raised me with the values of love, respect and justice!
Always there for me, he is just one call away.
Indeed a gentleman
I feel so proud to be called as my Father's daughter.
He gave me the shoulder to cry on
He is the one I have learnt from.
The cold world was far away
from her asthete mind
I remeber... her heart looking for the warmth
When words, pens and papers appeared like angels,
They gave her wings and took her to the
World of Poets
which felt like heaven.
She sits with her diary along side the fireplace
where fire of poems
burning on the woods kept by poets
keep her warm.
She is thankful to every poet in this world♥
I don't wish the power to be in hands of a woman
I don't wish the power to be in hands of a man
The world will be a better place...
only when millions of beings will be seen as one.
This is what the the feminist said.
"If you stand for equality,then you are a feminist.
Sorry to tell you."
Usually we are mistaken between a feminist and a misandrist.
A feminist is a person (not a woman...it can be a woman as well as man)
who believes in equal rights of men and women. But in our society feminists are considered to be misanderists i.e a woman who hates men. We cannot forget that during the first feminist movement in 1848 in Seneca Falls, New York, 3oo men supported feminism in this movement. We should not have any problem with a misandrist or misgynist ( a man who hates women) because that's there personal choice...we don't know under which circumstances they reached this hatered.
Because even a woman can be a monster
and even a man can be an angel.
It's been four years
But the little goofball is still the same.
He is pampered and doesn't know how to fight
Instead I caught him yesterday running behind the butterfly
resting on his nose.
And then! rather than eating the grasshopper,
He tried to jump higher than it...and ended up into the wall!
His friends are strong like warriors but...
He is like the shepherd's boy grazing the sheep
His ******* eyes say it all
And his shine is like no other.
Even though he doesn't like me much...
But there are nights when we sit together
counting stars with fireflies.
The relation between me and my dog is not like others. He doesn't like me much but loves to stay around me.
Every cell of her body screams
As light falls on her
She is done with these days
carrying this big ball of fire around!
She craves for the nights to come
The dark comforts her
As she loves playing with her demons
Under the moon.
What's up with her!? I can't understand...
How could they expect from her to love?
When she was always in the battlefield with her armour on
At a war with her own demons...
Always filling her wounds with the confidence that
She was bigger than her demons
And that one day...she'll take the control.
"I am meaner than my demons
I am bigger than these bones..."