Tell it to my face,
No more hiding
Behind

My back.

Is this the life I’ve
Chosen
Or just the one
I’m forced to

Stand?

No matter how many
Seas I conquer,
No matter how many
Skies I paint,

I still feel this gnawing
Emptiness
In my heart

And

In my brain.

So,

Tell it to my face,
No more hiding
Behind

My hands.
Are the words that

Come out of

My mouth
The truth or
A desperate
Back-up plan?

Do you stand me
For a reason,
Or ‘cause you,
Too,

Can’t bear to

Run?

Do you swear
With more than
Your tongue,

That
It’s

Less than

What’s begun?

i tried
i planted the seeds
watered them
let the sun in
pulled the weeds

the garden bloomed

but what should have been
flowers and love
turned into
discord and confusion

so i choose
the hardest thing
and the bravest—
to leave the garden behind

hope has grown heavy
lemons fill the branches
and i will not
make lemonade

yes it hurts
to let go
of what i tended
with such care

but i cannot
live a lie

O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!!

I will burn every holy book I found.
A page where the rights are not same,
Once I looked at the woman,
She is not just pretty.
Woman...
She have breaking heart,
She have air soul,
She have a beautiful mind
She have respect too.
Woman want peace,
A face or a paper moon.
She is all alone from the beginning,
She is lonely, all by own.
Why there is violence all there,
When past have only scares.
When the history says about night.
A woman said, give me right.
There should be a heart,
Full of lights.
Tell me a name of that woman,
I will give her my heart
She have place,
She have my piece of this world.
One day, world will change, a woman once will say,
Before was was was, was was is
Why you are living in this world, without the eyes.

By Vedanta Anagha (Mayank Tripathi)

Who do you trust?
Just so you know —
yesterday was ******* all of us,
so don’t play hard to reach.

People come and go,
stepping into our lives
and then leaving
as if they’d never been there at all.

Are you real,
or did you wander in from Neverland?
Because I know there’s no one left to trust,
so don’t act like this life is a rehearsal —
this isn’t a fairy tale.

So where do we go now?
I don’t know.
But you go first,
and I’ll follow —
or maybe I won’t.