I'm a chaos and I'm still crippled
But um perceiving my way back
And it feels like someone took away
All the ecstasy and light I ever had
Right now It feels like
The cosmos is vanishing
While the tranquility all around is shrewd
And I don't have much
I lost everything I had
But at least I still have me

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Ten years ago , I was almost crippled
With very high fever and unable to get up,
But now,I feel it is indeed a miracle,
That my courage and determination was kept up,
By my two lovely angels and my husband too,
And after almost a decade, I walk, yes I do.
Though, the pain so severe attacks me frequently,
I have, by now, learnt to forgive it easily,
Shrugging it off from my mind, is not so facile,
But forgetting it , should be done, once in a while.
For we have got to move on with our duties,
Thinking of all the comforts bestowed like a soft breeze!

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Even if we say
"What's done is done.."
The constant cripple in our judgement thereafter,
Tells a different story

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They have stripped off the valiant voice ,All I have been left out with a crippled facets of feminism.

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// Crippled //

Jealousy consumes me
when I am at my weakest.
I am disgusted by
its rotting face but
I find myself unable
to look away.
It reminds me of
all the dreams I never had,
The ones that now
remain unfulfilled,
It fades away every
little happiness that
helped me survive,
Digs out all the failures
from my past and lays them
next to another's plastic smile.
The high pitched cackles
pierces through the
thin walls of my conscience,
And I burn.
Burn like an ant hit by
a sunbeam through
the magnifying glass.
Crippling my spirit
It consumes me.
I hurt.
Not because
I turned to ashes.
I hurt, because I let it.

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I don't roam around these streets lewdly as those carefree lies,
I'm truth, I need crutches of honesty to walk.

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Stand by me when I fall
Stand by me through it all
Stand by me through thick n thin
Give it all you have within...
This is what love is..isn't it?
But your love crippled me beyond imagination
Now I can't even stand in solitude
Aah... the mockery called love!!

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and there she is spending her days
heart-
crippled in his thoughts.

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The lashes of silence
cripples and quickens
this academia malady
embroidered
in the depths of my dubious soul,
but, a fair cry
from congenial shores
beckons me homeward
to settle in the cribs of poesy.

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Lust is nothing but a
Rust on the minds of
people which make them
crippled to choose between
right and wrong..

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