I am a woman And by default I have a best friend. I met ‘him’ at a tender age, When I was 14 And for everyone I knew I was already late. When the first time I called my friend ‘him’ I was frowned upon. “It is she, my dear! It is only your chance.”Continue reading “His torturous existence.”
With hidden aches With pasted smiles She pretends to shy. With muffled gags With screaming moans She feigns to have her mind blown. Biting the bullet Her body, sold- She attempts at being dignified Rendering herself to be bold!
I am meek I am mild. I am an emblem of docile. I am innocent I am polite. I am an insignia of comply. I am submissive I am conceding. I am an image of yielding. I am sweet I am honest. I am a metaphor of a lonely forest. IContinue reading “The Mystical Pishogue.”
She stood there, staring blindly at the silvery wall, with no engravings on it. She hoped she would change them one day to a brighter colour, never liking the dull, un-happening colour. After all it was her personal space, where no one had the right to bother her, except of course a knock every nowContinue reading “Whispered mocking”
I am a strong independent woman, They say, but I do have my own doubts. You are built of iron, but does it never break? You are self-sufficient, You don’t need anyone, But how can I be my own doppelganger? You are a confident woman They say, but I do have my reservations,Continue reading “The breaking of iron”