"You came in my dreams."
"Really?"
"Yeah. It was all pitch dark until you brought up a light & rescued me. You have my back even in my fucking dreams."
"Woah. Was I more muscular? 😍😎😉"
"Okay shut up! And you were just as annoying as you really are. 😑😐"
"Oh, you love me bitch.😘😋"
"Fuck off asshole.😂😂😂"

#girlboybesties

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THE GIRLY GUILT

Why's she scared?
Perhaps; no one really cares.
To her; this is an empire of beasts,
She walks alone; accepting her defeat.

Why does she have to match your level of 'sanskaar'?
Why do you stare intently at her body parts?
She has covered her legs in jeans,
Cuz skirt showed too much of her skin.
The next door neighbours & the strangers who notice her on road,
Still think of her as a bitch, a characterless whore.
Just cuz of what she wore?

Well, talking about body,
Here, the most eluded topic comes.
Who in this world doesn't know that we girls bleed every month?
Still, we're always taught to shush while in the crowd,
Boys go on & on speaking of 'something' that you know about.
I am capable of growing a baby inside,
Should I be ashamed or should I be proud?

Moreover, my skin needs to be milky white,
Hiding under a thick layer of makeup; the real me fights.
Battles for her identity, the identity of who I actually am,
Why do you try to validate me?
I don't even need that damn.
I might never fulfill your notion of beauty & grace,
I'm who I choose to be; don't want you to fake praise.
Why do you put my uniqueness at stake?

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"If one door is closed, another opens itself", they always say.
But, some days, we need to stop looking for doors, & smash the walls to create our way....

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In this era of memory cards & texts, he wrote her a letter on her birthday & never ever replaced her picture in his wallet with any other.
He wasn't just her lover. He was her hero. He was her dad...

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You never cross my mind, cause you aren't merely a thought.
You're the one that I breathe in, each living moment, & want to, for the rest of my life..

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In the woods of misery,
I hunt for despair.
Gulping no poison,
I choke on air.
Burning in my own wrath,
I fail to see.
I'm already in ashes,
In these woods of misery.

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And then, there are days when silence conveys the love that words never could...

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Falls down softly in the lap of earth,
Soothing every inch of it.
I feel rain is an angel's artwork,
Turns into what you make of it.
You can joyfully dance along the beat it provides,
Or in distress, you can cry out your eyes.
It changes its meaning for your sake,
Only if there won't be a flood,
I'd wish for the sky to rain everyday...

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Every morning when I wake up,
Closing the book of my dreams.
Wondering who I am,
I look in the mirror at me.
I don't feel complete,
I know at points; I lack.
I know I'm not perfect,
But still to be myself; I'm glad.
I may not have the spell bounding eyes,
But they're glossy enough cuz of a concealed fire burning bright.
I may not have the plump pink lips,
But my chapped ones will be there; to keep every promise they ever spoke of..
I may not have the perfect face,
But a pure heart to cherish you everyday.
I may not have the perfect body & curves,
But I know how to be the one person you can trust.

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Lust after conquering the world everyone's just survivin'.

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