Dress

The Truth

Somewhere between an aunt who makes you tie your hair because SHE feels uncomfortable and a very close cousin who almost breaks your hand because you took his glasses and wants to send home a message...Somewhere between the quietness of people around the table where someone is wrongly hurting me with hurtful words (no noe says anything to stop the hurtful words)... I realized why this country is cursed...If you look closely you'll hear the sounds of the pained...the sorrowful forsaken...The people pretend to be sentimental...pretend to care but in the end all they do is aggravate the pain to fulfill their egos...The men here just want to massage their egos and hurt everyone else around them especially the women...They speak of equality...want to introduce the bill in the parliament but they themselves don't practice equality in their own homes...even supposedly modern families like mine who would probably think its all the girl's fault and condemn her in the case of sexual abuse... why should only a woman suffer the atrocities of society and men should rest easy...Its a hypocritic world i live in its just a cause of trying to be politically correct and showing the world that we are doing the right thing but closer to home the truth is much different...I'm writing this from the most civlised and safe city in the country so if I feel like this I really wonder about the rural areas...The state where the capital is located has one of the highest rates of female infanticide...A woman can never be truly independent here she is chained to the society, her family...The women are forsaken here...This place is cursed because it rings with the combined curses of all woman kind here...People pretend to be aware...gab to me about the rising economic rate and the like...Being an artist and thanks to  I really know how the West is...It is easy to condemn the west without knowing anything about it...(they think everything is just sleaze and drugs in the america but it isn't)...It is easy to look at the fault of everyone else but your own... America talks about liberty and the pursuit of happiness but it does GIVE that to its people...On the other hand here people promise a lot od things but nothing ever gets done...Even the frigging roads..Here the police rape women...The politicians hoard black money and would do anything to divert the public's money to them...Also in terms of career choice respectable ones are only those of engineering and science...The Arts field is always pushed into the background...

Also, I heard a crazy story of a girl who get pregnant...She found out when she was 2 months...Her parents took her to a rural area to give birth to a child coz they didn't want "scars" of her abortion...And it would cause a problem in her marriage...Look how shallow our society is... What I find hard to believe is if she does undergo an abortion there will be no scars coz its just 2 months....Trust my countrymen to harp on petty and small matters and not the big picture... 

I often get criticized for my vociferous opinions against my country but they overlook the fact that I'm working very hard to get away from this hell hole in terms of career...And  shall always be my permanent residence  and I know all of you are my REAL friends regardless what other people say 

Tasha

I'm Tasha, a level thirteen psycho-kinetic...I've been moving things ever since I can remember since I was an infant but the funny part is I don't remember from where I am or what is my bloodline...The family who cared for me said that I was not their real child when I was attacked at home...Anyways getting to the point I had to leave home and take to the streets...Then this lady comes around trying to kill me...I've had ten people trying to kill me in the past month...I'm starting to wonder more and more about my bloodline...They would never have heard of me till then...I had always kept my telekinesis secret even at school...I would try to use it very discretely even if I was horribly vitriolic but now I guess I have to set my powers loose to protect myself... 
I admit I have a horrible temper but I do try my best to keep it in check but now I need to let loose...Even I'm surprised at what I did last time to that lady...I buried her by cracking open the earth I hope that should teach her a lesson not to mess with me ever again...

Tried to break her to a science

In an act of good defiance

I broke her heart.

There's a pull up on her theories

There's a watch her growing weary

I broke her heart.

Having heavy conversations

About the frivilous constellations of our souls. oh

We're just trying to find some meaning

In the things that we believe in

But we got some ways to go.

Of all of the things that she's ever said

She goes and says something that just knocks me dead.

You won't find faith or hope down a telescope

You won't find heart and soul in the stars

You can break everything down to chemicals?

But you can't explain a love like ours.

Ooohhhh

It's the way we feel, yeh this is real.

Ooohhhh

It's the way we feel, yeh this is real.

I tried pushing evolution

As the obvious conclusion off the start.

But it was all my own amusement

Saying love was an illusion of a hopeless heart.

Of all of the things that she's ever said

She goes and says something that knocks me dead.

You won't find faith or hope down a telescope

You won't find heart and soul in the stars

You can break everything down to chemicals?

But you can't explain a love like ours.

Ooohhhh

It's the way we feel, yeh this is real.

Ooohhhh

It's the way we feel, yeh this is real.

Of all of the things that she's ever said

She goes and says something that just knocks me dead

You won't find faith or hope down a telescope

You won't find heart and soul in the stars

You can break everything down to chemicals?

But you can't explain a love like ours.

Ooohhhh

It's the way we feel, yeh this is real

Ooohhhh

It's the way we feel, yeh this is real 

~The Script-Science And Faith

Marks Of Victory

"Look at me" she said softly to me through the mirror. "Your pain is real" she said. I looked at her she was completely covered in scars...Back from my cookie cutter days...Back from my suicidal days...Every wound that was inflicted on me throughout my life was imprinted on her..."You have grown stronger" she said, "I am the scars that you wanted to desperately wanted to see on your skin...Your marks of victory..."

Bleed

Cut.Bleed.Hide.Cry

Scream at the world,

Scream for my existence,

I bleed to show I'm alive,

To let me know I'm real and I'm here,

My blood shows me the marks of my presence,

And the truth that I am here...I am here...

Traces

Blood filled memories,

My dancing razor days,

Cut,bleed,hide,

No traces remain,

How I wish they would have left marks on my skin,

Remembrance of my ordeal and victory,

And not just memories,

Which the world refuses to accept,

I wish there were traces on my skin,

Traces of my past to tell me I've won

A Letter

She held the withered rose to her heart...The Stradivarius leaned against the wall in a far corner, waiting...He might be gone but his memories remain...The wind blows through the window on that cold December day turning the pages of an old diary on the table...A page scrawled in red caught the girl's eye...She moved towards it and hesitantly stood near it...She was hesitant of touching something so sacred...When she read the words 'For you,sister'...She started reading the letter that was never given to her...
The world has been harsh towards you...It has tried to shatter you, every moment of your life...I tried to comfort you from the pain but you need someone to fight for you and break the pain before it could touch you...I have never thought I was ever a good brother to you...For one I could never protect you enough...I somehow know that I will not last long...My intuition is telling me I'll last only till May...Maybe you'll find someone to look after you but maybe not...If you don't, don't despair...You have everything you need in yourself...You're the strongest woman I have ever known...You have always been affectionate to the life around you...I sincerely pray and wish that you stay that way for the rest of my life...  

Self Injury

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This is a work of fiction.Any similarity to persons living or dead (unless explicitly noted) is

merely coincidental

Its not about healthy,unhealthy...Its not about right or wrong...Its not about mental illness or getting attention...It is all about the mental and emotional trauma...Being a self harmer in the past I did not cut myself for pleasure...I did not cut to get attention,no one cared a damn anyway...I cut to just release the pain which gnawed at my being...As I was afraid of dying this came close enough...It was just that the pain would get too much sometimes, gnawing at my heart not allowing me to breathe...Family and friends did not bother at all...My 'therapist' said don't cut too deep or my job would be in danger...She threatened me to mind my ways or else she'll start giving me medication which would make me feel drowsy all throughout the day because I was getting out of hand...I got out of self injury all by myself it was a hard and difficult process but certainly not impossible...I started fighting for my choice in everything and used art as a way to heal...I have finally won my battle and I am trying to support and help anyone who is still self harming and is trying to stop...

Darkness To Light

Darkness turn to light...Darkness turn to light...Darkness turn to light
She chanted, her hands outstretched in front of her...The sky answered, first by lighting an orb around her head...She continued her chant, eyes closed not noticing the world around her.All she wanted was the inky blackness to disappear. The Queen of the Sky came down,towards the girl.She gently placed one of her ivory hands on the girl's head and the other one on her heart.Her light flooded into her body."I light you from within," she answered to her chant,"Princess of Light.I have finally found the lost piece of my soul...You complete me..."