This poem is about accepting our uniqueness and shine beyond hurdles which strengthens our will to achieve what we want.
Is it easy to bloom
in midst of stars?
I am the universe,
created by universe.
I often claim to reach heights
and be in midst of stars and shine bright.
But, is it easy to bloom
in midst of stars?
My identity is shaped by a brutal society
which curbs my freedom and breaches my entity.
It is not that easy to bloom in midst of stars
unless I rebel and become a man
in woman's shape and fight for my rights.
Why is this world so insanely hostile?
Just because I am a woman
It fails to understand me.
This society feels free by capturing me
inside four walls of domesticity.
I strive hard to become a woman
but situations don't favour a woman.
When I try to become a man,
society asks me to behave like a woman.
I am confused in my own skin
and I am confused with my own being...
I am alive with a shroud hanging around me
selling me and butchering me
with ethics of society.
But I will fight for my identity
and I will create my own destiny.
Impossible is not a feminist word
and I lack pessimism's vocablury.
I will fight and win back my identity,
I will shape it to rise beyond society's hypocrisy.
I shall not be judged by binaries
but I will win the battleship by moving beyond these fallacious instincts.
It is not easy to bloom
in midst of stars
But I am the universe and I will win my destiny.
There is nothing to hide,
I know my powers and I will create a name
so high that people will identify
without seeing me after I silently shine.
I wrote this poem when the person who I thought was the love of my life left. I couldn't get her out of my head, so I wrote.
A child's prayer is stolen upon crashing against an aging tree. Woes be still hear shivering heart while she takes her plight.
Frustration is the cause of mental sickness. It may generate jealously and angers in the mind..