THE BLACK AND WHITE RAINBOW.......

 

 There were things I always wanted to say,

But my body, your brand new prey.

Tears, they dry up inside,

Deep down, I drown in them each night.

But no. You won’t see the tears I cry,

No more do I scream on the outside.

Pained at the wound I cannot feel,

Laughing at the biggest joke called me.

I trusted you with all my soul,

And now I carry in me, a breathing hole.

I scream, I cry, trying not to understand.                                                                                   

My reflection in me, I see, blood tanned.

It rips me apart, to spot in your eyes,

Every time I say, “I love you”, that victorious smile.

                           Oh! Don’t you worry about her, my love.

                           “I’ll be fine. I’ll survive”

                           But you, she’ll never blame,

                          You are an animal, such a shameless pitiful name.

                          You’ve scarred her flesh, but her soul’s intact.

                          Broken once but now much stronger than that.

                          In many you’ll see her. In many, that you feel.

                          She won’t haunt you. With a smile she sets you free.

A gasp of hope, and now i’m back,

My death , gave birth to my life.

But do you know, what I loathe you for the most?

For painting in me, that black and white rainbow.........

Inspiration: 22  female kottayam

YOU ARE NOT A CRIMINAL....'CAUSE YOU ARE NOT BORN ONE...

You’ve killed many before, but wished you had a choice

To turn back time, and silence all the noise.

When you point your gun at me, i see inside an innocent  boy,

Betrayed by the world, a tear that never came by.

You wanna see a change. A change in me. In us.

But the fact that this’ll remain, fills you with more disgust.

And when you shout out names. I pray it was a cry,

‘cause hidden and masked inside is a crying frightened guy.

There are changes you want to see, a pain you don’t reveal.

A fire  you don’t wanna feel,” That’s eating away the best of me”

You throw your stones at me. But you miss your life much more.

 Alas! An AK-47 replaced your pencils , long before.

“wishing i could silence , every voice that said i cant”,

“wishing they would disappear, the reasons of this life”.

Your hands are steady, focus intact.          

Killed many have u before, “but why now cant i, a five year old child?”

You fall down defeated. ’cause your own war you’ve just won.

 You are not a criminal. Just ‘cause you are not born one.....