It’s true what they say
Emotions does make their way.
Towards the end,
cherishing the time i spent.
Remembering the good days and the bad
I had this experience,i am glad.
It’s true what they say
Emotions does make their way.
Towards the end,
cherishing the time i spent.
Remembering the good days and the bad
I had this experience,i am glad.
I too feel the pain
I too feel the burn
Yes, I am a woman
I didn’t know her
But I am wounded
I pray for her
I pray for me
I pray for us
#JusticeForPriyankaReddy
It’s my caste which matters
more than my knowledge
I am not getting the best
as I am of different caste than rest
How is this fair?
For me, discrimination is not rare
Born a Brahmin was my fate
Being deprived of opportunities is mandate
When will this inequality end?
Will it ever?
To know the answers one day
outcome of decisions I take
relieved and ecstatic
or regret and pain
When does the wait end
Does it ever?
Apprehension that cease to exist
A few inquests
of doubt, of suspense
When does the anxiety end
Does it ever?
Let this glow be part of you,
be enlightened of greater good
To know of hidden knowledge behind
few disappointments in mind
Let this celebration be the one
which fulfils your wish for prosperity
Let it bring you delight
Embrace the glorious light
Beat that demon inside you
For this is the day I believe,
you have the power to do so
Achieve the gift of truth to grow
Below the dark twinkling sky,
you can win the battles you pick
Against the odd
Cherish the joy which connects you to god.
Words might not say things
what my eyes could bring
They move like feather
break, after being put together
Where does it go ?
To whom it’s going to show ?
It goes to heaven, is this true ?
My words, Do they reach you?
Breeze carrying dreams
Was it real?
Jumped to catch
some in my hands
Felt few droplets
of fog on my face
When i opened my fist,
breeze caught up
and took away my dream
A star fell
Cracking .. burning .. fearing.. dying..
rushing to meet the earth
lost yearning to revive
few wishes shattered
few fulfilled
some words left to say
some burned in fire
deepens and rot makes my blood clot cries of dismay Some kind of pain.. never goes away wrap my head eyes deep red peace at bay Some kind of anger.. never goes away Some kind of memories.. never goes away never goes away.