The girl who was never born.

When she was born , she was hailed as a prince To rule over all that her eyes surveyed But with what will she rule When she herself was pervaded With the shroud of a different identity! The world expected her to be different! She was named a boy. Her curls fought every month to…

My beloved Pandemonium

Colours strewn on the floor Pages left unturned Dust engulfs the furniture around Cigarette stubs lie burned. Smoke and stink fill the room Bed looks like a graveyard’s dome Donot try to clean the mess O mama i’m home.  Food lies untouched on the table All covered in fungus and moss And cobwebes fill all nooks and corner Of the wooden emboss. Shrill cry of raven…