I write because of my silence,
I'm silent when they blame me,
For all the things I didn't do,
And Making a fool of me.

I write because they don't listen,
To all the truth that seep from my wounds,
I try and try, but I'm the fool,
To not know that I'm just a tool.

I write because of my wish,
To communicate with them,
Who don't even remember,
What I had to go through.

I write because I have been lied to,
To tell them that I know the truth,
That they had hidden away,
So that I could not find and call them out.

I was opening the door,
When I saw her,
Little pregnant cat,
She was sitting on the edge,
I was scared, I will not lie,
In my perception they were cruel,
That's what I thought at that time,
I quickly ran to my mother,
Told her about the cat,
She suggested to bring some milk,
So that I could go past her,
Without any scar or mark,
With some will power, I opened that door,
She got excited just from the smell,
Her tail was wagging as she was,
She jumped down and started drinking,
I quickly closed the door,
So that she would not sneak in,
I was about to run away,
When my curiosity got in the way,
I turned back, and that day I saw an angel,
Instead of a cruel monster I imagined her to be,
She was beautiful, no doubt,
And soon to be mother,
I don't know why, but I was proud,
It's still a mystery how she made me love her,
Because if she didn't come knocking,
I would be just another girl,
My dark heart would have overtaken my soul,
I would have been nothing,
But unhappy and lonely girl.

There is she, Sitting in her cage,
Looking at something, Far from her reach,
Many thoughts runs through her mind,
But only independence outsmart all,
Independence is important for her,
She recalls the time,
When she was independent,
When she flied high in sky,
When her songs were filled with joy,
When her life was not a life in cage,
Now all she does is sit here,
In this cage, dependent on the one,
Who has in-prisoned her,
For the sake of her beauty and songs,
But she's not happy anymore,
And so are her songs,
They are sad, just like her,
She is slowly losing her hope,
Of a bright and independent future,
Maybe she will die in this cage,
Without reaching for the sky,
But she will try with all her might,
To be free from this cage.

I'm a girl, I have the benefit over boys.

Everyone will accept my friendship,

While  yours will be questioned.



I may not be as good as you,

But I have the benefit over you.



I'll always be a victim,

While you remain culprit.

Even if I don't get the justice,

You will be shamed in public.



Society may call me names,

But you are not as free as you think,

The love of your life may never,

Give you a chance forever.



Her life will be changed by your fellow,

She will question your intention,

And pull the arrow,

It'll hurt and you'll see the shackles.



I'm a girl, I have a benefit over you,

I will be forgotten,

But you will be shamed,

If something happens, they'll call your name.



I'm a girl,

I will either fight to live or fight to die,

But you'll never see me cry,

And you'll die under the burden of my cries.

Am I really independent ?
Or am I living an illusion ?
Where my cage is just big enough,
That I don't see its limits.

My every choice is questioned,
When I thought I chose the right one,
No one bothers to ask for reasons,
For me to make that decision.

I have done my homework,
I have thought it through,
Why question my choices now,
When it's too late?

I will not come back,
Or I will but it'll only be a body,
As my mind has flown away,
From the love you shower over me.

It's my choice to choose you or not,
Or is it your choice that I have to comply?
My wishes doesn't count,
All because I'm a woman.

I'm treated as weak,
Told that I can't take care of myself,
But the one who loves me,
Becomes my enemy as I defy him.

Am I a toy, which can be played with?
I too am a human who knows,
What's right or wrong for me,
So please accept my decision one time,
You don't have to forgive me,
But please don't fight,
As that is not what I wish for.

It's a new start, a new life,

Starting from past remains,

That's left after all the fight,

I don't want to struggle anymore,

I want to live a life of shine,

No hard work in sight,

No fight to fight,

All my struggles leave me,

As I sit here with my one lone friend,

A friend who don't understand me,

He's selfish but sweet,

Maybe I'm the selfish one

Making him suffer in this hell

Making him lose sight of his fun

He is troubled, I can see

He seems less and less playful

Maybe it's me, not him

As I want to stop struggling

Living a peaceful life without fight

I am selfish

My friend works hard in his own way

He wakes at 5 and preys on innocent pigeons

I love him

But my thoughts are scattered

I feel trapped

I feel suffocated

Maybe that's why I want to end it

I feel empty

But I love him

And that's why hold on to him

He's my life

They are present between us,
Thinking they are above us all,
And we are lower peasants,
With their mercy to live on.

You may have met them,
In my case, I met a few,
They left me creeped out,
Making my life hell with no way out.

They come into your life,
To show their nasty nature,
They rob you of your free life,
And make you live in a prison.

They may think they are good,
But believe me, they are better
If they leave us alone,
Their opinions make us loose
All hopes in humanity,
And make us A Fool.

Love and hope are all lost,
When they enter your life,
It's better to block them,
Before they try something vile.