painting on the wall looks so to me i am naive, not to understand the state of mind of the man holding the brush, surrounded by colors does he belong to the city he painted or he longs for it, for …
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Day: May 21, 2016
the Prostitute
still a child she was, no more than eight or nine eyes filled with dreams, with an urge to fly meagre means, harsh life still, there was comfort of parents around there came a day that brought the …
Source: the Prostitute
my dear Photographer friends
my dear photographer friends
sometimes, i am a little jealous of you
i am jealous of you in a positive way
i am rather intrigued
for you have the secret to eternity
you possess the art to capture life
to capture moments, so fascinating
you pleasure millions of eyes, and hearts
you write music with your singing pictures
many lessons your art work reveals
with each click comes that beautiful sound
i live and relive your clicks
every time, i am presented with the result
so bravo, my dear photographer fellows
keep bringing the world to me
i know i am a bit jealous of you
but i am jealous in a positive way
Love
the empty vase
emptiness of the vase
filled by the light
with the green lamp
lit by its side
the spring is gone
there are no more flowers
the vase waited to be loved
why are there so many days in a year
long enough to keep the spring away
somehow, doesn’t matter much
they both have concluded to be together
have fallen in love
the lamp lit
&
the vase without flowers
the Prostitute
still a child she was, no more than eight or nine
eyes filled with dreams, with an urge to fly
meagre means, harsh life
still, there was comfort of parents around
there came a day that brought the storm
separated by her parents, into the hands of human traffickers
a nightmare, she was to see with her open eyes
forced into the trade of sex for the rest of her life
now the world knows that child as a prostitute
a prostitute to serve many monsters a day
one after the other they assaulted her will
with no shame to cause her excruciating pain
slowly her tears had started to dry
she had to be bold, learned not to cry
she yearned for a family and a husband every moment
knowing all her wishes were in vain
she bore a child at the age of 16
still at work with…
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a tiny drop of positivity
a tiny little drop of positivity
showered on my soul
like it was the ice melting on that mountain
the water falling endlessly
leaving me out of breath, dripping with nobility
scrubbing my heart off the unholy
did i ever imagine such influence
dominating me to my superior self
entrusting me to dispose the venom in me
leaving me speechless for the power it contains
leading me to divinity
just a tiny drop of positivity
that mountain
wanna be
like a mountain
that takes pride to stand tall
be it lava or snow
it can take every blow
gives birth to the rivers
making life to flow
fresh, real, untouched
a home for the nature to glow
can I be like that mountain ever
the way its strong
the way its giving
the way its pure
sexual abuse = terrorism? yes! because the haunting never ends
Can we term Sexual abuse as terrorism? My vote goes to say YES!! You want to ask why?? Because it has the capacity to terrorize the victim, fill them with grief and puts them into a state of mind w…
Source: sexual abuse = terrorism? yes! because the haunting never ends
the Executioner
the Executioner at work his first day of the horrendous job from now on he is to be paid for doing what’s considered a crime for the rest to do a long queue of criminals had been set waiting …
Source: the Executioner
Gender equality? Who am i fooling!!
Yes, I fool myself. Many times. You know when? Every time, I tell myself women are equal to men. Equal rights, no salary discrimination, same education blah blah !! Who am I fooling? Am I not that …
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