I am the one amidst smoke,and, all the possibilities choke.The untold, stagnating truth stinks,and the bitter, the battering solitude inks.Skipping the routine meals;thoughts driving the wheels;on the rooftop here I lay.The calendar is hopping to May.
Marks of oppression embossed on her heart, skin and brain,while her shivering thighs were brawling in acute pain.She had bruised, blooded, canine eaten, bitten lip.Her fears, insecurities, anxieties all in a go unzipped.
Apne dil m pehle bitha te hoFir vha se hata te hoMujh pr apna haq jatate hoFr mjse hi muh fer kr chle jate hoAakhir tum kya chahte ho?
No, I am not okay.And for them, that’s okay!I have my own dark and demons.Life has been more salt and lemons.Eventually, I can barely express.But I feel unbearably suppressed.
Ensnaring all the longitudes and latitudes,across all the behavior and attitudes;the hatred had spread so vast.Systematically murdered the millions in holocaust.Before gassing; ornaments, watches, clothes all were…
Deepest level of division
We have penetrated to the deepest level of division.
Ironically in the name of Him, we have lost the eternal vision.
We have divided people on gender, cast.
खाने पर रात को अकेले अपने घर बुलाते थेसब समझ में आता था जो खिचड़ी दिमाग में पकाते थेमना करने के बाद भी तुम कोशिश जारी रखते थेमेरे एक बार वहां पहुंचने पर अपना ज़ोर कसते थे
किसी की कोख में एक बेटी पल रही हैकिसी की कोख कहीं आग में जल रही हैमां की कोख में मां के ही अवतार की जान संहार करते होजहान में फिर तुम बेटियों का प्रचार करते हो