Haunted by light, Caressed by dark, Consumed by desire, To make my mark, I sleep in a coffin, Kept above the ground, Devil follows me, Angels too come around, Like a flightless bird, Always looking at the sky, I'm sitting in water, But cursed to stay dry. My wings are futile, But I heard a … Continue reading Flightless Bird
Gender divides us, Society differentiates us, People judge us, Men belittle us, But here we are, With all that rage, Transformed into smiles, Moving out of the cage, To walk a few miles. Yet here we are, Carrying ourselves at large, From the streets so still, But imaginations barge, Looking under our attire, Not beneath … Continue reading Yet Here We Are
A conversation between two aspects of my mind in a way that is both doubtful and confident at the same time.