I stab it
It bleeds
The filthy little creature
Sorry for it's sins
No mercy
There never will be
Warming up the earth
Blood soaking through her layers
Some muffled weeping
A scream and anguish
Makes the perfect lullaby
I close my eyes
Its gone for good
As though it had never walked the earth
As it should have been.
एक दिन मेरा मुकद्दर तारों से लिखा जाएगा,
एक दिन मेरा इश्क मुकम्मल कहलाएगा।
जिसकी खातिर हम फना हुए जा रहे हैं,
एक दिन वो बेदर्द भी वफ़ा निभाएगा I
अब तक जिसके महज़ साये से मुलाक़ात हुई थी,
एक दिन तो खुदा उसका दीदार करायेगा।
मेरे ख्यालों में पोशिदा जो अक्स है उसका,
एक दिन कागज़ पर उसकी तस्वीर सजायेगा।
My engineering course to me every two minutes :
I forgot the word chaos once. If it wasn't for the thesaurus I would have given up a long time ago.
some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.
It's always corporate infrastructure Over the structure of your face
Flip those wings little bird,
Lest you lose them.
And scream,
Scream your heart out before it ceases.
Go clothe yourself in fiery finess
For those gawking eyes,
And let this fire devour
The host of their brutish lies.
We are desi girls, khandaan ki property is for the brothers but khandaan ki izzat is our responsibility.
We are desi girls, we cry in the bathroom secretly
We are desi girls, we hate our relatives regardless of which side of family they belong to
We are desi girls, we love our father but don't want a husband like him
We are desi girls, we argue with our mothers but also gossip as much
We are desi girls, we think about old school love more than our career
We are desi girls, we say we want a green flag but ironically we end up falling for red flag who resembles our father
We are desi girls, we say we don't want to become like our mother but we still please other people's needs more than our own just like her
We are desi girls, we love kids but we get terrified by the idea of birthing more than two
We are desi girls, we have whole khandaan issues and vice versa
We are desi girls, we say we want princess treatment but end up compromising in the end
We are desi girls, we love our culture and hate it when someone disrespect it
We are desi girls, we want to travel the world but are scared of men approaching us
free museum trips are wasted on unappreciative middle schoolers. let me go