The papers were white, embodying the light, reflecting minds; The thoughts were dark, like shadows lurking behind; Words were rainbow; in those colours hides our life.
Broken crayons still colour. What about the burning ones? Are they still crayons? They’re melting away, lady. Fuck the shade, They’re out of shape.
How do you even exist, You fragile thing? I could hurt you with a touch And a gentle smile Can make you sing. Why do you like your cage, And the life you're living? When you can fly high Never soil your feet again? My heart had mellowed Feeling your fingers on my chest; My … Continue reading Hey! 🐛
Spent my life complaining About darkness and cold It's all mine, the blame And conscience that I lack When I shut the windows Locked the doors And painted them black
I found this picture in my facebook feed this morning. The God created us as one but gets bored and colours us just to give us something to talk about which we make as a basis to discriminate and kill about. We can't say for sure if it's god's mistake or ours but it's definitely … Continue reading It’s holi!