Her

And for once I couldn’t decide if I wanted to be her ;with the placid brave heart and presuming stability or be on her and battle her streaks of hair to reach her gazed up eyes. To be able to know how her mind fluctuates with healing essences of varied thoughts and how she holds her silver words in her pursed lips. I would love to know how she is when she’s alone and how she would be when she sleeps, and I wonder if she tells me all or is there still a cave in her heart untrodden. I want to visit that, I want to visit her …..everyday.

what kind of world do we live in?,

who judges us ,

for who we LOVE,

i fail to understand,

that how it interests you,

the matter is delusional.

 

 

what kind of world do we live in?
where we are judged ,
by the dust on our flesh,
by the way we are born,
chatters of novice minds.

what kind of world do we live in?,
where a lion(man)is judged for his mane(beard),
pulled aside for humiliation,
a narrow mind to blame?,

what kind of world do we we live in?,
for merely being ourselves,
being who we are…
i fail to understand,
i fail to understand……….

Being Who We Are… A Revolution!

If tears could do me justice…..

I wish these tears could do me justice,
cause they have tried their best,
everytime your name occurs,
they appear in my eyes….

I know everybody loves me,
but it still just doesnt feel right,
I so long ago left this world,
this world isnt mine now….

My warm tears might seep in the ground,
bury off their dead glory,
cold feelings might slowly die inside,
in the unsuccess of murdered love……

I wish these tears could do me justice,
cause they have tried their best,
everytime your name occurs,
they appear in my eyes……
If these tears could do me justice…..