The one with a denser mind :

I might end things I might begin them. I might be a silent one I might be loud. I might save people, I might let blood, stain grounds. I might bring calm, I might bring chaos. I might be a useless one, I might carry some point. I might be justice to some, I might be injustice to others. I might be an atheist to some, I might be a religious one. I might be between neighbors, I might be between lands far off. I might be considered, lunch box snatching, I might also be the reason of 26/11. I might be a scar on a little boy’s head, I might be an acid burn on a human’s whole body. I might be worship for some, I might be a feeling of despise. What I’m not, and people mistaken me for it is, pleasure, contentment, glee or amusement. I am cursed for not bringing happiness on both sides, I am cursed for breaking people beyond repair, I am cursed for letting bad win over good, I am cursed for ending love between two, I am cursed for creati...

You don't have to cry, when you are hit by your husband, Scars given by someone else are not to be cherished, please defend. You don't have to cry, when he claims, that you sleep with other men, Little does that bastard know, you are as pure as heaven. You don't have to cry, when he slut shames you, for when you are "being you". You know, you have a naive nature, you don't need much, you can survive with few. You especially don't have to cry, when he thinks having a penis is an ego filled gift. But only you know, how bad it will be for him, if you let your ego stand straight and shift. You can actually cry, when you tell him what a piece of crap he is. You can also cry, when you give him a kick in the crotch and a spit on his neck. You can cry, when you show him how perfect you are, and how good you feel in your own skin. Because if she cries, it doesn't mean she's weak or she is letting it go. She's crying because she wants...

I come to the people in the most nonsensical forms, They don't recognize me, but maybe because of the angelic grin. Sometimes I come in the most mystical and uncanny ways, Because I like the adventures and escapades, paths that I lay. I am made by some to scare other souls, as pseudoscience, But, I am not someone who can be read or studied, You cannot find me on someone's palm lines. You won't see me coming in a glass ball, operated by my own puppet, But merciless is my middle name, I won't mind being served a buffet. Some people call me Karma, but yes, I wouldn't lie. Because I'm here to take revenge, knife, needle or an apple pie. I'm pretty as hell, and I'm for sure here to take away your breath, Hello there! I'm D for Death. - Pranati

As I fall I leave a part of me, The part that can never come back. The part you broke and will miss the most, But to your despair, its gone. You can't find it in someone else, It was not a soul, but a body. It was not a season, but was a moment. You'll come and find me, You'll see me, but would not see the weak person you made. You'll see someone, who has forgotten you, beyond your existence. You'll remember all the beautiful, sweet things we had ones shared. I'll cherish all the ugly and bitter, yes, I dared. The times you miss, are the ones, that I regret. How can something so angelic be someone, I wish I never met. Never needing someone is all I need. You should be sure, before you sow the seed. The only thing now you'll expect is that, she pulls you closer and whispers your name in your ear. But not as something she loves, but as a scar on her body, like the moon has...

I finally feel how it feels, when something kills you inside. You think of dying, but you know what, you already died. All the inspiration, motivation, killed. It wasn't betrayal, but it was something devilish, yet so sweet filled. Insecurities and dirt filled in a mind. Allegations, lies and demoralizing is all what is done and you have more to find. Self-esteem, ego and attitude, is all what lies inside your pot. Blaming others for the evil inside you, is all what you have got. Being in pain doesn't mean you'll give it to another, Because giving happiness is so out of your league, and you are good in making pother. Yes, you were born a man, but I doubt that now, at this time. Because all I see now is the devil, who instead of curing wounds, garnishes them with lime.                                                    - P...

Why am I not allowed to hold hands with her? Because we both have vaginas, it's weird and gross, and it's true love if it's a sir. Why is different so wrong? Because, we've been taught about love just as "Shahrukh-Kajol's" movie song. Why two guys sitting together are sexualized? Because we are scared of a change and that is what I have realized. Why is #Pride just on your Facebook and Instagram walls? Because if your friend doesn't like a guy or wants one, her sexual league falls. Why a person of the LGBT community, the odd one out? Because, we are the new generation, imagining our myths and muting the power to shout. Why is the fatal chase not so white or peaceful? Because, we consider rainbows in sky beautiful, and in thoughts sinful. Why is Ruby Rose so hot, but out of limits? Because of our worries to continue the species of Homosapiens, sperm-vagina; mouth-tits. Why is a guy whose hot and has a jawline interested in men? Because jea...

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I see him broken, I see defeat in his eyes, the after war token. All the pride that once he had in me, Has vanished like sand slipping from my hands and nothing to see. He is frustrated, but all he can do is act manly, Everyone can moan and cry over it, but he won't act sadly. And now, completely shattered is his soul, Reason is me, but I just stand like a pole. So many mistakes I have done, I am ashamed of myself, inner me asking "Is apologizing fun?" I am not even able to remember the good things I have done for him, They are none or I can't see any, the lights have become dim. Blunder is done now, and I didn't see it coming, Something so angelic, yet is so cunning. This is an ocean of mistakes I have dived in,  I am trying but something is pushing me away from the win. Time can only help me get out of this trap, But spice can't be missing from life, so lets start with a new world and a new map.     ...

Nothing happened to me earlier, I was little, But growing up, instead of making my heart stronger, has made it brittle. Reality is very different, than the drawings in my sketchbook, Crayons, paints, brushes, no more create an effect on the way I want it to look. You come in the world like a balloon filled with air made to flow, But mine is a little punctured, I feel suffocated and low. That pinch, when someone blames you for something you don't know about, You just want to scream out loud and clear that doubt. But sometimes when damage is beyond repair, You just have to let it go, because that is fair. You can't just leave everything and move on, But I have started losing respect and in no time it will be gone. It's not only about letting people realize how important you are to them, But a balloon with less air, can be filled and helped to shine like a gem. But now it is, how it is, you have already been on the train, But rem...

 Let this be one new beginning, Forgetting all good and bad, a new match and a new inning. No fake resolutions or promises to be made, Let's go with the flow, and let the excitement of life not fade. Let's not be shy of the mistakes committed, Not to be done again, a new wall and a new frame to be fitted. All mattresses to be laid again, Work hard, spread happiness and not give pain.   Keep patience is all I have heard, Don't worry, even if you are a nerd. It's OK not to be OK sometimes, Just let it go and add a little tincture of lime. Everybody can't have everything, Some got hair goals, others can dance and sing. Why not put makeup, if you can, Life's not forever, put on some body tan. Seasons would go and come once more, But time, age and even some people will make you feel tore. But all we need to think is to be positive, Circumstances might shaken the hope to live. Peace and love should be the only pillar with tr...