About Her

Clouds gossiped about her,

The moon knew all her secrets
She played with words,

and made a pact with thoughts 

Bring me back the dandelions I brought from work,

She cried with a twerk

Strangled by the sun

Her life was a pun.



When the cross becomes too heavy.            Leave it there for a while,                         Start afresh with no strings attached,

The strings won’t help you hold it on your back,                                                              You have to carry your baggage                    Searching for Gold in rags won’t help either                                                                     Neither the search for God in Demi Human creator.

Rather stop carrying the crosses built by Them

And let them be forced to carry the ones made by you.