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? Poem

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

Coz Women, You are Wonderful Akanksha jain Wed, 03/08/2017 - 22:38
Coz Women, You are Wonderful

You are the dreams of the heart

You are someone's hidden art

You are giggles of a child

You are peace for the wild

You are courage of the coward

You take the left behind to forward

You are sunrise to the night

You can make others future bright

You are hope of the despair

You are the one who sacrifice her share

You are the rain for the draught

For the drowning you are the boat

You are the healer of the wound

You are the music for any sound

You are the smile for the grief

Refuse Akanksha jain Tue, 02/21/2017 - 11:27

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
You said there is not any way for my dreams
I say I refuse to be in the chain for my struggle

My passion my ambitions were ignored by you
So I refuse to care for your vintage customs
You barred me for the things I deserved
So I am here to gain my dignity and will blossom

Evln....Who is That????? M.A.S.ANANTHAN Thu, 03/10/2016 - 21:29

Through the ways which no one had ever gone
Into the darkwoods and meadows
Even in dawn and dusk
And even in hot sun and in fierce winds
My age meets many centuries
And continues to go on
But now not in humans heart
Moving away from them
Into the ground of my earth
Everything seemed strange though
Everything became special to me finally
I realize .....I am that thing that binds u to all
So its me everywhere and anywhere...................
So unacknowlegable and so stranger than ever

The Eternity M.A.S.ANANTHAN Thu, 03/10/2016 - 21:11

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 of human instinct
But what's there more to it??
Is it more ravishing or is it a part of a bigger rampage act....

The Fake Taste Dilan Davis Tue, 01/12/2016 - 14:41

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 a seed.

It was terribly bitter.

I threw the fruit away.

I told my friend " that is such a  fake fruit!!!"

Train Godfather Sun, 01/03/2016 - 19:16

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,

Remains one of best ways for migration,

For both rich & poor, it has provisions,

Never is it partial to society's exclusions,

It's sound is no enchantment,