“I raise up my voice—not so I can shout, but so that those without a voice can be heard…we cannot succeed when half of us are held back.” ―Malala Yousafzai” Head bowed, Face hidden away, She dreams of freedom, Each … Continue reading International Day of the Girl Child
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You do not blow a kiss To a fire breathing monster You do not hold blood trickling hands reaching out of a grave You do not clip the wings of a bird Destined to burn them in the sun You … Continue reading Do Not Trespass.
Even the Greek sculptors would fail to capture your beauty
The mystery, the allure all have their specific duty
How the clouds part to reveal the moon and stars,
Who are well aware that their spell has been cast,
Your arrival brings a similar magic,
To not stop and admire it would be tragic,
A sin I would not commit,
A whim to which I cannot submit,
None can compare,
To the aura which you have ensnared,
As flowers at the beginning of day
Like the moon beckoning the water astray
Crystal is my mind,
My feelings for you have me intertwined,
The epitome of excellence is you,
The model of all traits
It is true!
The conundrum now seems how to let go,
How to evade destiny’s call
How to turn away from my curtain call. Continue reading Aura.
There aren’t many things that I am grateful for in this world but she is as transcendental as all of the objects in the universe combined. To have her in my arms can be described as feeling, all of the warmth of nature’s creations in a rub of our atoms.
You are the light of my eyes and the food to my soul.
So come into my arms and let me love you whole. Continue reading A Healing Experience.
I would like to thank my parents for giving me genes of mediocrity
Since I now have my whole set of stairs to climb upon
I would also like to thank my teachers who slapped me
For now I have little patch of stories embossed on my skin Continue reading Oscar Acceptance Speech
Then a few times more
All in the span of five minutes
And if there was still no response, we’d argue
“They’re probably busy,” I’d say
“They don’t want to talk to you,” she’d say.
“They must have not checked their phone.”
“Maybe you said something wrong.”
My friend started sticking around a lot more. Continue reading Anxiety is the friend who stays past dinner and doesn’t want to go home.