Penned Ego

Eight out of Ten I saw a girl and liked her, The astrologer didn't like her, He rated three out of ten I saw another girl then Same happened again Only astrologer had gain Many came and went When I like he would resent. I saw a girl, didn't like her, The astrologer liked her, He rated eight out of ten, They made me marry her then. Today, is our divorce. I spare him for now, For last month he too faced divorce.

The Severed Tongue The silenced has a language, A powerful, peerless language. Each one has a tongue of their own, The one, along with them have grown, With undiscovered words that surpass The language of elite class. A language, not of elite class, And thus unfamiliar to the mass. A language forged out of experiences Unfamiliar to the mass that seeks differences. Yet in your language, we seek expression, The language that has treated our experiences with oppression.

Poet, Lover, Lunatic I don't know where all my thoughts wander. In a span of two minutes where I tried to sleep by closing my eyes, I thought of narration (as I was trying to sleep listening to a bedtime story in calm app), imagined how I will narrate a story to our children, will I be a good story teller, how can I be a better story teller when their mother is already a good one, I thought of sound modulations that I may bring in my narration (I literally imagined those sound modulations), then I thought of whether I should tell them fairy tales, because I know those form a wrong understanding of the world, creates a neocolonized mind, then I thought that I should tell them the stories or else they won't be able to understand and recognise one of the most effective methods used to shape and dominate minds, then I told to myself that I should deviate from the traditional way of raising children by teaching them not to discriminate, and then I thought about rights, I thought