You wanted a boy
You got me
Were you happy
Of course not
I did all the right things
Took care of you
Didn't chase after boys
Rather, I chased my dreams
Made a name in the world
People I meet say- we are proud of you !
But you are ashamed .
I am still your worthless child
Just because I am a girl.

To be a friend ..
Some stories , I must believe,
Some nights , I must not sleep,
Some calls ,I must weep,
Some days , I must argue.
Some places, I must fight.
Some times , I must let go,
But at the dawn of life,
When I have few breathes left in me,
I must remember them..
And with a smile.....Sleep.

Am I suffering beautifully?
Do I wear my agony like a crown?
Adorn it with pearls and jewels,
And parade it into town?

Is my pain reasonable enough?
Do I raise it up or tone it down?
I’ll try to cry pretty, tiny tears,
In fact, I'd do it in my gown!

For even in despair, I should be desirable,
Dare not to be emotional, dare not to make a sound.
To be a woman is to bleed, but glamorously.
There shall be glitters in the meltdown.

tutored by commoners
raised by parasites
bathed daily in lysecric
acid diethylamide which
turned out to cyanide

BONZAI

just like kali my dismembered
limbs multiply supremely
omnipotent with an unlimited
supply bulletproof even the
marxists couldn't deny