Angel with a broken wing It's suffocating Strings are getting tight My head is going to explode I am alive but My nerves feel collapsing I can feel things crawling on my skin Unable to stand I can't call out for help I can't share my suffering I am in a mess Distancing myself I love you I do But my soul It's trapped I am confused I am in a denial I don't want anyone around Yet I am afraid of my loneliness I won't accept help But I need help I shut slammed the door on your face But hey please stay on the other side of the door Let me cry out Let me scream Let me take that toxicity out Let me blame you -Why? I am not sure But even though on my lowest In the darkness I got lost You are the only twinkling star To light my pathway Listen Stay Help Make me stand up When I will be tired crying I will look into the mirror With swollen eyes And question my existence On the verge of breaking I may clench my jaw And hang my self Only then Your acceptance of my existe...
Life is all good. I had a good evening spent with my friends, got back, updated my Instagram, scrolled the newsfeed, PSL is happening, a Bollywood diva deceased, and yes, I scrolled something happened in Eastern Ghouta by Syrian government. Everything seems completely fine as a part of everyday routine, isn’t it? Was scrolling down further the newsfeed and saw this tweet followed by a social media famous child star enacting her humorous act and for a second I was shocked, something caught me in between I was enjoying that act. I scrolled back up saw that tweet again and I was tremor by mind what caught me was something I can’t state in words but like a guilt, that guilt was not felt as Muslim but as a human. And my mind started interweaving the differences among the two girls I just saw, two little girls(almost the same age), two living beings, two different circumstances, two different meanings of life. Just for instance I thought, once they had a nationality and used to be named...