Sometimes in life it is essential
To unleash the demon of mine!
This INSIDER knows me very well
The rage INSIDE it , i cant tell
When the horizon of CRUELTY happens
my HEART get dampens
The PUNISHER in INSIDER'S heart
START gathering weapons
His so called weapons
Doesnt hurt physically
But kills heart brutally
The PUNISHER INSIDE me
Starts to write
Which makes me fright
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Water water round the corner,Neither jungle nor the ground.
Buildings are the fame of nation, Why to leave a vacant ground.
Skies no more empty, empty now seems river. Bricks and rods are valued.Concrete clusters round and round.
Trees are busted so being villages,When will creatures get some privileges’?
Cutting trees, relocating bees.Humans are singing, crying all the seas.
Are we really singing?
Depleting resources, destructing creatures, decimating farmers.Numerous busy earning papers.
Are we really earning?
Savings are drafted, life virtually crafted. Just for this so called drive.
Few decades of hardship, plenty of sacrifice. WHY - only to live a luxurious future old life.
Are we living our life?Are we enjoying our life?
- Nawal (नवल)
Glory glories just nowhere, celebrations neither aroundLittle angle just down here, landed into this ground.
Crowded land plenty of lamebrains, Remorsing thoughts dipping into their brains.
Lord,Change the land, change the mind stance,Morons as such need not be given a chance.
Girls are those holy majestic gift,Cruel world many a time doesn't uplift.
Girls in this world have 'No reason to regret'.Every reason to revive,Every reason to survive.
-Nawal
Yes, a woman cries, to hide her faults,
Yes, a woman envies, till a man molts,
Yes, a woman is tender, can't equally fight,
Yes, a woman goes overboard, in an effort to look bright.
Yes, a woman often loses reason and untiringly argues
Yes, a woman ain't exposed to the world, easy to confuse.
Yes, a woman misuses, prerogatives she is granted,
Yes, a woman believes easily, doubt in her mind can be easily planted,
Yes, a woman is tacit, about physical desires,
Yes, a woman can be malicious, for another woman conspires,
Yes, a woman is submissive, to men at large,
Yes, a woman doesn't lead, makes men incharge.
What a creation a woman is,
To her imperfections, losing worth,
For all those who nodded,
Yes, a woman is responsible also for your birth!
- Swati
At helm, I drive the nation I own,
Nation, I don't serve, but I own.
It's my show business,
All it's people, I harness.
What I speak, is profoundest of all,
If I walk an arena, I ought to be most tall.
My stature you question, I question your life.
Polity is for elite, not for those who every day strive.
What I stage, dare you see it with undertone.
You can allege me for what you see on surface, or I answer with drone.
I mock your impotence, you are merely a puppet,
You feel avenged when you raise your fearful finger at my bad debt.
While I conspire to be the almighty,
Replace your allegiance and be your deity.
You rejoice that you revolutionise and change the history,
For eons I perpetuated, you remained unperceptive of the mystery.
My inward looking self wants to outlive you,
For it can't endure the agony of seeing you from an unsurmountable distance.
For it can't let you shoulder your own responsibility.
For it hasn't ever forlorn you for a moment.
For it hasn't seen you writhe in pain of me walking away from you.
My dear husband, do not let me die first.
For I can't let you at anyone elses' mercy.
Leave for your heavenly abode while I still breathe,
My inward looking self wants to outlive you.
0h dear wife, what I have learnt from you, let me showcase,
From that unsurmountable distance, you can see me and praise.
I can't leave you alone, without my love and want,
I can't leave you to survive, on what our children unwillingly grant.
Your inward looking self has overlooked my love, for years.
Come lets embrace the destiny together, let's raise a toast to our end, Cheers!
