It is your heart, that you are pouring out in words.

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The thing that doesn't ripen with age.

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That there's no one way of writing your thoughts in a metaphorical manner.

Each one of us possess some different and unique Gift that no other can ever have.

And despite so many distinctiveness, yet, we are here, all on the same boat, holding each others' hands, vowing to give this world some strong masterpieces to look back upon.

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The Legends of Lilith

"Satan's Whore","Satan's Mistress", "Mother of all the Demons"

These are the words we have heard for her
But do we know exactly what She's made of?
What powers does She possess?
Or what lies inside her powerful mind and body?
Why She's called all these names but Lilith the Queen?

These are the things that are kept hidden and locked
For they knew we are going to question
And someday even unravel the truth,
For we won't quietly accept the sugar coated lie
that Lilith went for Satan, ditching Adam the First, just like that,

They never knew that someday we'd find
Lilith was crafted from the same Clay as Adam was,
Unlike Eve who was made from his ribs,
That She refused to accept the very first manifestation of the Patriarchy
Before we even knew what to name it
Or how we're gonna tame it!

Do you know what's ironical in these last lines?
It is the fact that patriarchy started spreading it's tentacles
even when there was just a single man in the Garden.

So, they did what they know best,
Demonized a power they couldn't control
Created a fear of the unknown
Made sure she's never worshipped but feared
Because it's the subservience to which She never adhered!

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Horrified,
That the terror of not being enough won't let me sleep
I try to escape this fear but it's keen on delving in deep
Apalled by the sight of that terror getting absorbed into my skin
I am left dreaded by the situation I am in

Frightened,
I closed my eyes to interrupt the clouds of doubt
I turned on the cassettes of laurels and it was a complete turnabout
Mobbed by the adrenaline I realised,
How 'enough' is just a word that the crowd shouts
That how it's only my errant choices that made me stand out

Relieved,
Of the burden and rage I went to sleep
Unshackled the caged heart to let it breathe!

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Somedays, you'd be all empty,
hollow and fragile
All void of thoughts
And abandoned by words
All deranged by the self consuming doubts you have
because of the encounters of the past

Isn't it true when they say,
"You are your harshest critic!"?

These are the days
when you listen to the opinions
That others have to give you,
Or when you hold onto the toxic practice
Of comparing yourself with the unlikes,
Or simply because you bury your achievements and abilities
under the impression of sheer luck or something likewise

You would build a wall,
Just like Venus did to stop others from peeping in it's heart
You won't introspect
but you'd kill what's inside of your precious soul
You won't rescue it
but you'd let it drown into the depths of the unknown

Instead, why don't we try to Believe and Appreciate?
Why don't we take in Kindness and Reciprocate?

And why don't people compliment but discriminate?
Why don't they be empathic but incompassionate?

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I was hoping that the clouds would fade soon
Little did I know, this time they came with some other plans
Plans to stay, to weaken, to break, and to destroy
So that I withdraw the troops I once deployed
Deployed to guard
My heart,
My most vulnerable part
Part, that I'd rather choose to slaughter than to surrender
To rather crucify than to sacrifice!
But I am holding the buckler firmly
To not let them infiltrate,
To not let them rupture the parts I just cannot afford to give away,
Certainly, it's a prolonged war
But I am assured by my own Self
That the future is going to unfold in ways I cannot expect,
Or in ways that are out of the ordinary,
This gives me hope,
Hope, that even though tomorrows are not promised
Still there's a chance,
Chance, to forgive and to relive,
To forget and to fall,
To love and to feel,
The sorrows and all the awaited tomorrows.

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You possess the cosmic strength
too powerful to narrate
That's an angelic gift
not all can taste

You're an old soul
Forged through a million years of labour
That's the reason why
there's nothing that you fear

But,

The greatest of the gifts
Does not come untroubled
You're the Jupiter darling
You spellbound all the lost comets
straight and unbothered

I know you're busy
dealing with your own Great Red Spot
But it's a reminder baby
That you're not alone

You might not know
But the whole universe is aware
through what you have been
And it's the time to tell you
That you're the finest Masterpiece I have ever seen!

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Today, I am going to tell you things
That no one told you but
You always wanted to hear
That how the weight of patriarchy is
Too difficult to bear

That how escaping the predators
is a damn part of our everyday lives
And how you have to avoid certain streets
knowing the wolves would be there in the nights

But you be that brave soul
who pushes the darkness back in the Hell's hole
Who knows how to be as fearless
as the Medusa gorgon
Who knows how to torch them with the fire that's blazing
from the day your were born.

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Good-bye

I wonder of all the things I should have told you
before you decided to leave
Of things that made me a part of you
or you a part of me

I wonder if the words would ever reach you
if I could somehow summon my strength to scream
Would it leave me unburdened
or yet more scared to dream?

In this stary night sky not a solitary change may seem
to blur my vision
That how it wouldn't have been
this strenuous to say Good-bye
Only if I knew forever was a delusion.

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