Have you ever gone through a mind block ? Felt like putting on pyjamas removing your frock, Resting your head upon something with messy locks, Or putting on chappals instead of formal shoes and socks? Shutting off your eyes and ears to ignore the talks, Disappointed by yourself for you can't think out of the box. After a good deal of scowl and frown, You finally open your eyes, you calm down. Then you start asking questions to yourself, you self-inquire . You realize your paranoia was not so dire. Your brain's extinguished fire, Was not the end of your desire. You pull out negative thoughts from your brain like a wire. You register the flame and reignite your fire, You get up, and start rising. You inspire. - Balshree Adityaa Wagh
I go out, Wind blows, rain pours. I board trains, buses, elevators, I change stations, I change floors. I was brought up as a free bird, Not a tamed pigeon. Who'd wear an apron and stay in the kitchen, Well, instead, I wear what I like, I go where I want, when I want, And ride my man's bike. My short clothes are a problem, A bad impression on our national emblem. A slut is what I'll be proclaimed. And They'll be blunt. Girls like me, Are very easy for them to hunt. My narrow jeans is a wrong thing. Their narrow mindset isn't. My short clothes is what they'll point out, They'll whistle, tease and shout. They'll think I'm ready, that I give consent. But when I wore those shorts, that's not what I meant. They think this is a game, They think I wear these because I want fame. First they'll perform an act of shame, Then they'll drag me in the court and then they'll blame. They're all double faced, On the outside they'll tell