Skill is also a beauty

Poor me I started beautifying me I tried prettifying me I learned embellishing me I stuck on to the obsession of decorating me As I thought  it is the important requirement of all As I thought It is the sought out thing by all I forgot  I could dance and mesmerise all I forgot I could sing and tranquilise all I forgot I could paint and hypnotise all I forgot I could write and influence…

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Crushed Love

I subsided under an orthodox cruelty I bent down to the family prejudices  I shutdown to the society’s stage-acts I compromised for everyone else’s happiness but not mine I am haunted by perverted honour killings I am jinxed by superstitious witch-crafts I may be able to live normally  Like nothing ever as beautiful as you happened in my life  I may pretend solitude  Like any suffering as you occurred in my life  I can be…

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