What you see
Is not what I am
What I am
Is not what you see
Who you know
Is not who I am
Who I am
Is not who you know
I know what you see
’Cause I decide what to show
So paint me white
Or taint me black
It doesn’t matter anymore
Paint me in one color
Or taint me with two
You won’t change what’s deep down
Me; colored all red
In my hatred for you.
~ r.a.w
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Writing this in the week prior to my mid-sems, is quite the daring and reckless thing to do — I should use this time and brain capacity to study, but the chance of that happening is about as slim as an aluminum foil. So here we are. :)
I wonder if one day
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The heavier one of the lot. I say, I deliver, peeps.
In the mood for a double-dhamaka today, since I've got time, and am somehow inspired to design aesthetic covers, AND have unposted content too. Fair warning, this one's the lighter one of the lot. *wink wink*
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With the fog of the battle quelling,
champagne: the color i associate with the feeling of happy love
— on the deep innate urge to be omnipresent always.
To God, straight from the the heart of a papa’s girl, for her besotted dad.
Dil: a heart.
People get drunk and call
Friends and foes, assemble all
"When you have a million reasons not to; find one reason to."
On this Woman’s Day, i’m posting two of my best works about womanhood. The first one is already posted (check out “Serenading Womanhood - I” on my page) and this one’s the second. Do give both of them a read, they kinda go hand-in-hand, in the sense that, one could be called ‘a specific fact’ and the other ‘the larger truth’. :)
Putting forth two of my favorite works about being woman, today on Women’s Day. This is the first, and the other is out on the next post! Do read both, they complement each other, in the sense that, one could be called ‘a specific fact’ and the other ‘the larger truth’.
A thousand lives—a single life, from a reader's lens.
A small gentle reminder, through this poem, that nobody is a born-anything. They’ve reached where they are by putting in lots of hours and efforts. It’s never as easy as it seems, there’s lot going on to make it as fluid and simple to an onlooker. So, appreciate the effort, and y'all who feel low because of near-zero appreciation; you do you!
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