A poem, you ask? I sit here and think, wondering whatwe are, when doors are shutTight and hard. Alright, I will come with you for the trippy fight;also, came with my freshly chewed skin,All the prose and adjectives are hereWe’ll keep them the way they have always been. Let me give you a guilt trip… Continue reading Things that matter.
You try to hide your womenin thin threads of colourcastand religion.You hide thembehind the shatteredceilings of your sin.And you tell them“It’s for your protection”. You stop womenfrom going out,meeting people,and cover thethick khol of their eyesand you tell them“this is because I love you”. You beat your womenfor having a voice,a right,an opinion,revolutionary sight.and you… Continue reading A lot