I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows. I am who I am from my head to my toes. I tend to get loud when speaking my mind. Even a little crazy some of the time. I’m not a size 5 and don’t care to be. You can be you and I can be me. I try to stay strong when pain knocks me down. And the times that I cry is when no ones around. To error is human or so that’s what that’s what they say. Well tell me who’s perfect anyway.
Want to shed the knowledge far from the strings and becoming myself again. Can you catch the time slipped from your hands when you were chasing the tiger? Phrases were still burning like white phosphorus on my forehead. Where do
Autumn is one of the four seasons of all Here, the leaves of the trees do fall. Night spreads it’s darkness prematurely And cold ascends with it cavalierly. Nothing’s different in the autumn of life Where the wrinkled cheeks and
Whirlpool of emotions spins… When u think . Who’s first choice u r… Is Solitude always an answer… When life just echos your chaios.. Among first words ever told.. A voice calls you ‘Amma’ … As though all my questions
I have written to you,God,grand poet and mentor, the living,extinct,prevailing wind and conscience of the universe, the unwilling,abettor of natural calamities,and unjustifiable, casual observer of human genocides among human assailants, to take note of your neutrality, having observe all these