Eloquent Feelings

when I die, I need no praises Nobody did when I was alive. They who killed me long back Shall not shed tears and fake cries. When I die, Tell them death's what I deserved, How evil I was. My right was always wrong. Amidst you all, I never belonged. When I die, Tell them I wanted to be a boy I dreamt of flying high. I was cursed for I didn't compromise And, that's how I died. When I die, All those who faked on my face And on my back they betrayed Can come to witness their victory Claim my body as their trophy When I die, I wish no other girl is born No girl is showed equal rights And when claimed, denied. No girl must dream high When I die, I wish the world changes People are born with single faces Girls are allowed to have aspirations And, freedom is more than an expression.

I still wonder where did I go wrong. Was it her being perfect that makes me so wrong or my anomalous dreams. When did dreaming different became silent crime? I regret for dreaming what I was shown is possible; I regret that I believed things to be true that are not. I am guilty and I am impliedly sentenced to a lifetime imprisonment in my own flesh. I murder my dreams daily but they feed on me and get alive again, daily. Every time I kill it, a part of me is eroded. They don't die, but, I do; daily. How can I be the one at fault by default? I look back and find no mistakes that verdict me as evil but I have been to them the evil one. So, when did I go wrong? May be, it is because I have been the anomaly. I see things differently and I apologize for that. But, my perception is what you showed to me was just, why am I being punished by you? She is perfect, I'm not; that makes me wrong? Years after years, I wasted time being like the perfect one. But, I apologize for I am born d...

Labyrinth with no exit, bright entrance Twists and turns and then lights fades. Too few people, too many faces Brightness long gone, darkness prevails Illusional lies delusional lies One who lies survives Truth has colors here- black and white Black unveiled, white in light Care and love are termed and conditioned People breathe, souls are assassinated Love long gone, cold winter all around Beasts and demons,here, are all so proud. Inch by inch, silently, Part by part, slowly Black is developing and engulfing Running away, but my soul is weakening. Blood runs cold, battle lost In me a demon lives, soul frost.