I was pondering for too long today .
I don’t know what should I write about .
About vanishing humanity, or
People loosing sanity,
About the good things still left
Or my heart bereft ( of love).
About the rain drops on the window pane,
Or should I bring out some hidden pain ?
What should I write about?
Right now everything seems like a doubt .
Whenever I convince myself that I can draw , I sit down with all the stuff and then it turns out awful it feels like a failed relationship.
Every damn time!
I suck at drawing . #Note to self
#had to get it out #doodleartfail
I may say a thousand things like I am ashamed,
I feel bad ,
I feel sad ,
I feel mad !
But deep down I know these have merely turned into rheoterics.
Everyday I hear a new case
I see ‘disgust’ take a new face !
My poem will not bring her and a thousand other ‘hers’ back
Neither will your tweets,
Or a front page headline..
Empty promises and stone hearts ,
The same ones from the past !
Humanity staring at us … aghast ,
But I still write with the hope that
Someday it will melt a heart ,
Heal a soul so teared apart .
Today I may be fine ,
Writing this poem from my room
But am I Just waiting for my doom?
#No words #Rape
Dear India ,why?
Whenever we want our voices to be heard,
Why do inanimate objects need to be butchered.?
Why do buses have to be lit?
Or stones have to be hit?
Through the path of injustice
We all are rooting for justice .
The irony is strong .
Are’nt we all somewhere wrong ?
Things I’ve made peace with ,
Life was never meant to be fair.
So does my beautiful skin.