The Story In My Head

The Story In My Head

I look down and I don’t recognize myself; I tried to push my legs to go faster; but I guess theirs was faster than mine; Pushed to the wall of a filthy building; All I heard was ripples; I knew I’ve been caught; I could not register what was happening again; Grunts, painful moans of pleasure; Their hormones was saying yes, mine said no; After getting satisfied, they push and go; But I’m left to pick the pieces, but they left with one thing; and that was my pride;

Do You?

Do You?

Do you see us when we cry? When we try to hide our faces in the sand? have you ever thought it through, That these people might be hurt too; Do we seem like we do not have pain receptors in us? Nay, we are born out of bone and blood; We also feel the same pain you do; Only that the would sees us as weak and your strong when we show it
Do we seem like goats; We do not need to be told; “You are a man, be one”; Will you tell these words to my boy when I am gone?; Of course, I am a boy!; Is that a curse?; Can I not feel hurt as well?; Or will you only notice my tears when I drown in the well

Refuse

Refuse

I was sleeping I know but I am awaken now So I refuse to close my eyes again You told me to take some futile vows But I refuse to be the part of some gender game You said I shouldn’t learn to be independent But I refuse to lean on you for my trouble…

The Eternity

The Eternity

Nothing really changes as much as we expect or we think Everything is so doubtly dynamic but equivocally persuassive in nature And it will be late when we understand the life Everything is symbolic and mysterious The flipped coin never lies One will always come and the other will bow down Maybe a sadistic behavior…

The Fake Taste

The Fake Taste

Last day my friend gifted me a new fruit. And then, he asked me to taste. I knew that he won’t give me a poisonous fruit and started eating it without even asking its name. I took a small bite. It tasted really sweet. I started liking it. When I went deeper I bit on…

Train

Train

Travelling at a great speed, Taking me back to my medical creed, Towards the land of duress, Where am I sitting, make a guess, It is a machine that runs so fast, Every weather is able to outlast, It’s giant noisy engine so complex, Explaining it is no circumlocution, Yet allowing it’s passengers to relax,…