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Wanting something is a hint of one's perception of lacking it. One never wants something one has in abundance already. Wanting works in a funny way. We all want something most of the time and we spend our lifetimes longing for one thing or another.In short we spend all our live wanting... Wanting still isn't a recognized habit.Its thought of as a normal characteristic of human beings. Ironically not recognizing it as much as the needs, we overlook the natural human drive for living life and repress it. May be because not recognizing human wants one seems to shadow the inequality and the constrains faced by the unprivileged.   I don't know if it makes any sense but human achievements and drive towards excellence aren't just fulfilled by keeping most of the human population to needs-fulfillment and the privileged to wants..And allowing others to venture in a maze where in the end they'd be blessed by *branded wants*. Ironically for most of us it is the privileged clas...

It’s   late at night and I just came to the realization ‘again’ that I hate myself secretly. Secretly I am my no. 1 enemy, I tear myself apart like nobody.. It’s weird .. I’m so typical and it sometimes feels like a bad word though it shouldn’t!! Shouldn't I consider myself human! full of errors.. AND What is this idea of being different! Unique! SPECIAL? So hurtful are the words that some people might have uttered about me.Yet so mean is the scrutiny of the mind and the flashbacks it keeps on playing every time - when I'm almost at peace. It's like I can never be free of it. My mind doesn’t fail to make me realize what a loser I have been.. There are plenty of losers in this world, everyone has lost someday-sometime-someone-something. There’s something with the flashbacks of the pain and disrespect I have endured or the foolish projects I've ventured makes me feel like piece of shit . Even if god blesses me, my devious brain would try to align triggers and puzz...

If I meet you on the other side of all this, I'll be a different girl- similar to what I was just before we met, It would be a different world- back to what it was many years ago. It would be a different planet- back to what it was when we had it It would be a different place-may be I've been there at some time n space But if we meet on the other side -I hope-we meet on a good term and place. If  I'm alive or if I'm dead- I hope to meet god in someways. If I'm alive - i hope to preserve others rights Hope to be better and better. That's a struggle A struggle it is This way or that Struggle for days Struggle for weeks And may years.. To live better And somedays to die better. Looking at it now.. Why dont we seek to end the struggle Why not be free from this quarantine Why not just end it to die and meet better Insanity? For decades you've loved it in words. If its pleasure we seek Pain we seek to avoid God let us rest in peace No mor...

Is this dust in the world or is there dust in my eyes? Is it blood everywhere or is it just my sight ? Is there something wrong with the world, Or is it just me and my life? Aren't we all dying on the same time, Or am I going alone this time ? Are they all pretenders being practical, Or is it just me shaking-fearful and lonely? Am I falling or is the world shaking apart? Is it all just in my head or is it the worldview of us all? Was it my personal lag,  Or was the world walking to fast? Will we ever hold hands or will we stay six feet apart? Will we die in love, Love or die, Or will we love differently and survive? Even if no lover is left, love shall thrive.

I’ve been on self destruct mode and you couldn't notice, I am at a point where I have tormented myself so much that I am numb, I don’t know what’s tougher waking up   or   rising in front of God, Like all my other dreams, my bones are deteriorating From use and abuse ,n ot from ageing I am the victim with no culprit I've hurt, raped, murdered my own self Yet I've been sentenced to live My soul has never felt more imprisoned My body; It is a jail. The evidence I’ve collected; pressure, violence, the poison. Plays the past in my brain and shows through my face How to disjoint one's self  from tomorrow? How to become like everyone else? Oh! How much I wish to break my skull open Extract my memory like they extract tumour. Except no anaesthesia, Pain isn’t a foe. And like bones, this soul could be penetrated, I wish. I don’t have an aching heart, I have an empty chest. Bones, blood, musc...

Don't teach her to handle her sexuality, Better preach men 'care for humanity' Spare her this handed individuality, She choked upon your ugly truths,  She tried devouring your decent lies. I wish she could scream, utter or cry Shut deep in her mind ,chained, it hides, Here in my mine, now feral it lies. My friend and my enemies , they're all shy  So, on my shoulders is where the weight lies No more funny stories to desensitize No more fearing of those pugs, Those ugly and controlling thugs. No more killing of your thoughts, No more surrendering in unfought wars. Stop fearing intimidation , being naive. You'd be joined by everyone who's wise. Stop looking for another.. Stop blaming one another,  Be the one who helps people not demons survive. As when I speak up even being deprived, I'm in these four walls breaking the news He's on his run and seeking your refuge. Notice people might but truth never hides, Wait up and keep going up-d...