Feminity ? 

I don’t have to prove my feminity to everyone, especially to the people who treated me like shit.

I am just a gender devoided person inside a woman’s body. I like wearing makeup sometimes, sometimes Kohl rimmed eyes look so ravishing to me. I am not a part of the judgment and banning brigade.

I never asked a guy to prove his masculinity and I won’t, ever. It’s not his job to safeguard me or treat me like a feline creature. For me, all the men I had had once loved, were also like spirits inside a Male’s body. I’d rather be a humanist than being a feminist.

I am just trying to save my inner self for me. I don’t want them to drag the veil of my soul on thorny bushes.

I am wild, I am a non-conformist and a narcissist. I can’t conceal my innermost self anymore for their comfort.

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The time is tough,

jumbled thoughts,

mumbled desires.

Memories of few

glories I had once

lived.

Moments of ecstasy I had had 

once felt.

In those moments, I felt whole.

Few lies, I knew about from 

the onset. 

Got seduced by them and truth

got mutilated.

I disturbed the natural balance. 

I hid myself from God,

little did I know,

God sent him to 

shatter me. 

He broke the perfect

scenery.

Scarlet color seeped through

every stroke of brush.

The scenerey wasn’t devoid

of colors though. 

Those colors weren’t mine colors.

Fate created some horrid Art.

Abstractions did by Agony.

There was a soul in their.

Still clinging to the rotten

flesh.

That rotten flesh was mine.

Apparently I was alive,

something inside me was 

dead.

I was breathing than why did

I feel dead at that time ?

My eyes still had light,

but that wasn’t my light.

Deconstructors departed,

but they gave Art, disfiguration.