"Old men are dirty men. Playful like cubs," printed the twenty-year-old pulp fiction. I didn't know the margins of dirt until my twenties. He saw the cerulean-blue, flowery cotton kurti dancing over my nutty brown skin. My young, careless façade, chatting with everyone, made me look
The day has finally arrived The Sun is visible on the horizon, The endless horizon that is lost in sight- is now before me. I have torn fear from my heart, only courage remains, I feel no remorse or regret, because on the day of death it is worth being
I feel the rage inside you that you've been collecting for years It comes out of your eyes, It comes out of your smile. Bless me with your rage, bless me with your fear, everything that comes next- was paid off in tear. I will close my eyes
Life is a trial, A stage crowded with tales, Where we act, wearing masks and veils. Life is a trial, One we cannot win. Some alter, some change, Trying to fool the jury of time and age. But the Judge watches silently; Unbiased, impartial. Master of our Fate, Anchor of
It's best that I take time. Patience has alluded me for long. Like rotten apples in the basket grief spills over, my shrieks run deep in the wild. All this while I sit idle in my room, My body flickering like nightlights. All I speak is loud voices
I wake up in the morning with a bitter taste in my mouth, every day we start over again every day is the same. I put on the clothes you left for me, I eat the breakfast you made me, you send me off with a smile, mother, to the
Look at this rope lying on the grass so innocent and simple I see it as a six, you see it as a nine. Take the end and pull it as hard as you can, we're pulling it together while destroying the grass beneath us. You for your
Tomorrow comes the day I've been waiting for like the last one. I look at the horizon and see the Sun rising while the light inside me slowly fades. Today I stop being a child, today you take the dolls out of my hands, you dress me in
What is it about you That you hate the most, What is deep inside you The fruit of your sins? You are my whole world, All that I see, You are my life, You are my tomb. Something cold has entered my world, I feel it under my feet, I
I am standing beside of a lake So big and deep, Its beautiful depths have not been explored Because its surface is dirty. So polluted and sad Nothing wants to live in it Not a single fish, Not a single amphibian. I threw a stone Into the lake of sorrow
And that is to say all things are accessible which were not earlier when we were kids growing up. You can order food, clothes and plants, buy homes or farms at the comfort of your home. But the value of resources is degrading each day, wars and infighting declining what
I want to decorate my balcony in hues of sunset shades and paint my room delicately bright and bold and plant a few marigolds in the backyard as the sunshine unfolds and the leaves outside grow brown and old. I want to fall in love in October with October of