There, in the darkness,
you can see her standing figure.
The struggle to keep her pieces together
is clearly and visibly evident.
There, in the darkness,
you can see her standing figure.
The struggle to keep her pieces together
is clearly and visibly evident.
What apart from sex due to have to offer?
Sans sex, can you be my lover?
In the hardships, will we suffer together?
If I move my body,
I move it for my pleasure.
I decide what is work
and what I believe is my leisure.
I decide upon sexuality
and what I see as sexual.
I decide whether I adhere
or reject the laws that are known to be universal.
In my life and in all my decisions, I am central.
This is a woman’s world. Here, she affects or decides what is to be done. She is good at work or at home if that is what she likes. She chooses to share her world with who she believes is deserving enough. She does not need to be defined or to introduced. She is all in herself.
I am free.
I may wander naked
or stay however I want to be.
I don’t hold liability for your insanity.
If it is their time to go, let them leave.
Don’t hold on to them because of your belief.
Don’t decide on the basis of your memories.
All can’t be with you throughout your journey.
I remain to be powerful regardless of people I deal with and experiences I undergo. I am and will remain to be here for me in the times of need and otherwise.
You are for me
and I am for you.
I do not doubt it
because I know that this is true.
Ah! Those eyes of yours.
They hold several mysteries
of several entities and the secret of eternity.
Nothing is as mysterious anymore.
“It’s all in your head”. Oh, yes, that is why my head hurts. My head is a world in itself. There is a tornado of thoughts. None of these are clear enough to discern or discuss. The chaos can be felt but not described. Even if I dig my hand in it, I can pick out no thought. I get entangled in the whirlwind instead and the cycle of thoughts and headaches intensifies, just like the physical pain. It is not “all” in my head though.