Lost in a world so full of rights, Nobody cares to see my plight. Born as a child filled with a want, I am still the female gene nobody wants. Excluded from society Here I stand loosing my dignity. What more could i ask for than a life, But now

i sit here watching the twinkle of the stars, the full moon in its beauty, in the cool night breeze; a feeling so strong, yet said very less, a emotion that whirls around like a tornado, but expressed not even a whisper; as the gentle breeze tried to play a

My memory is a Polaroid picture left in the sun. The scene is discolored and warped, and I’m left with only an abstract memory as if I had heard the story second hand. But in the language of my heart the events are crystalline. I scaled the wall of a

a dream come true, on the verge of achieving the pinnacle of the only summit that i have not conquered till date, my joy knew no bounds; i am not a speaker, nor i express my happiness as freely as everyone else, but then that is me; unmoved by emotions,

The blue sky stretches far across the tepid marshland. A delicate amethyst which surrounds the crouching sun signals every cloud to it’s place along the horizon. She stands still, focused on the beauty of a days’ decay, as a calm descends upon her with the weight of a falling star.

its midnight and my eyes just staring at the wall opposite no sleep, no dreams, i sit and watch the drama unfolding before me; like an empty canvas waiting for an artist i wait in anticipation wondering when and wondering why; i did all i could, so i believe so,

Can you peer through those eyes? The radiance must be blinding. As I gaze into them I’ve come to understand what the ancients must have felt, looking up toward the shimmering night sky. All the mysteries and wonders of life are clearly reflected, as is the light. And even if

Knowing that your door was always wide open in the prime, And still open to rest a sleepy  head at this end of time. Though not tied to wows promises and words of chain, And  forgotten bonds with not even your name, With ink stains all dried up with the

Have you ever clung to a desire for so long that your eyes saw nothing else? The most beautiful part of existence is the ability to dream, to aspire toward a goal, no matter how lofty! Like the little girl with her hand outstretched to the stars, hoping for just

should you find yourself at the captains helm as everyone around you is jumping ship do not lose your stride dont miss a step because I will be right beside you braving the storm as the cruel dark clouds loom just above the bow and the torrential rains begin to

A simple poem dedicated for my friend that I met 5 years ago online, and almost a year now that we haven’t talk anymore. I just wonder where could he be ,but I wish that he is okay. I wish he will read this. This is for you best friend.