The rising

something was missing, something was dying,
an empty space, a feeling so waste,
crept in me, swept away me,
helpless and drowning, wanted to rush away from this maddening,
relinquished control, always opting for the destiny's poll,
now i want to charge back, want to redeem wherever i lack,
may be i sail, may be screw, but i will be the entire crew,
i can achieve, whatever i perceive,
no longer a dame, want to get a name,
want to soar high, as high as i can eye,
i have it in me, and i am not meant for bourgeoisie.

Beauty lies skin deep

36-26-36,
Oh-Oh,
sorry miss, you miss the hit,
arc of nose, fall of eyebrow,
decides your crossroads,
luster your skin, woo your man back,
keeps corporates on track,
admiration and natural love for fair skin,
fair nature not even attracts your kin.
integrity, morality, honesty,
are never meant to exist in totality.
barbie wins the pride,
flesh contour, takes all for tour.....