how should I learn,
to fly and disappear,
how would I know ,
the good and bad,
how can I judge ,
I'm a blindfold "lady justice",
how should I run,
I'm tied of ropes,
how can I hope,
there's no faith to believe,
how can I show truth,
dirt is all over their eyes,
how can I say,
stitches on lips,
how should i live,
for being myself is a crime,
                
               cause I'm just a little girl
               afarid of dark
               learning to seek the light
               but they tend to close my eyes
               with ribbons called lies
               saying I am fool
               being over much
               as I reveal out my mind

am I supposed to break the norms,
should I untie the ropes
am I supposed to endorse,
nod like I do agree
am I supposed to protest,
challenge how they think
you ask me to speak out
should I murmur the words
else show you the power of flow
am I supposed to be defined ,
am I supposed to make self comment?

         should I be one of them,
         just breathe to live?
         that air leaves my body
         the every next second

I know it hurts
I know you feel numb
it's alright to stay calm
it's alright to say you're okay
you go through hard times
may be I don't even know what it feels
just remember
the pain will soon pay your regrets
so don't you cry alone at night
weeping on the pillow
cutting your breathe
I'll give you my shoulder,
I might not know the words to comfort
it's okay,lean on me
until all the tears dries up
lying to others is no fault
but don't lie to self
saying you don't fit for the world
it's alright, you're good enough
you did a great job tonight
so go to sleep and breathe out loud
I don't want to see your swollen eyes
anymore
you deserve to be pretty ~

WHAT IF!
one can recognise souls not faces
the souls shining brightly diligently
beauty is not of eyes ; not of lips
the beauty in the soul of hearts
but lately it's fearsome
the soul which is meant to be
began to "cover to cover"
under the smile of face put on
from the society it can't run away
forgetting to be itself unique
and never knew,
when did the five magic words
became routine.

You ask me what's so difficult
   to write about her,everything about
                 her is undepictable

it's hard to portray,her sparkling eyes when she talks,how her foot steps sounds when she walks ,how her smile draws a line on the cheeks,how her hair blows in the wind,how her each word makes impact on mind.It's hard to narrate,how her every flaw seems to be perfect,how her smell can make me refreshing,I never smelt that
anywhere,how her little hands works effectively.She's an non narrative poetry,a bacteria I'm not worried to carry forever withal she is complex happy virus.I don't need sleeping pills as long as she sings that lullaby to me
           
            Coming out of her womb
                 is my greatest glee

MOOOMMY, YOU'RE MY SUPERSTAR ,      
                 love you 💜🖤❤️

When did u meet her?

I don't remember the month nor date neither the year

How did it start ?

It was when I was twelve with her smile.

How long it lasted?

It never ended ,began with smile continued to talks of chaotic drama filled with laughter  of adults fighting with eachother for silly reason soon apologizing ,its never gonna end it will last until I die


Friendship doesn't breakdown
        that easily, trust in eachother
                                         in  difficulties