White एक औरत नदी सी होती है वो प्रेम में उफान लेकर खुद मे सब कुछ समेट लेती है उस उफान में स्नेह, मोह, दुख तुम्हें तिरस्कार के बाद भी दिखेगा तुम कुछ भी कहो या करो बदले में तुम्हें सिर्फ प्रेम ही मिलेगा पर जब वही प्रेम उसमे खत्म सा होजाता है वो शान्त हो जाती है अपने अस्तित्व को भुलाकर बस रुक सी जाती है जहां तुम्हारे द्वारा फेंके गए किसी भी भावना से युक्त पत्थरों का उत्तर तुम्हें क्रूरता की छींटों से ही मिलेगा । ©Anushka_

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Bullies #2 To them it's a game They call you names And at their age? They cause you shame Make you feel like a plague The hurt will stain It gets lodged in the brain And they are all the same What are they trying to gain? Some minor fame? At the expense of your disdain They send insults like a train They are bad and very lame It's just like a firing range And say your to blame Because you may be strange You wish they would change What if they were on stage Maybe they wouldn't parade Like your inside of a cage Which makes you feel rage Perhaps you could rearrange Like with magic from a mage Reading a spell from his page And erase all of your pain The bullies will soon refrain And become very tame You would then feel sane If that can't be obtained Then karma has something to say ©Schizology

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White एक औरत नदी सी होती है वो प्रेम में उफान लेकर खुद मे सब कुछ समेट लेती है उस उफान में स्नेह, मोह, दुख तुम्हें तिरस्कार के बाद भी दिखेगा तुम कुछ भी कहो या करो बदले में तुम्हें सिर्फ प्रेम ही मिलेगा पर जब वही प्रेम उसमे खत्म सा होजाता है वो शान्त हो जाती है अपने अस्तित्व को भुलाकर बस रुक सी जाती है जहां तुम्हारे द्वारा फेंके गए किसी भी भावना से युक्त पत्थरों का उत्तर तुम्हें क्रूरता की छींटों से ही मिलेगा । ©Anushka_

Anushka_

Bullies #2 To them it's a game They call you names And at their age? They cause you shame Make you feel like a plague The hurt will stain It gets lodged in the brain And they are all the same What are they trying to gain? Some minor fame? At the expense of your disdain They send insults like a train They are bad and very lame It's just like a firing range And say your to blame Because you may be strange You wish they would change What if they were on stage Maybe they wouldn't parade Like your inside of a cage Which makes you feel rage Perhaps you could rearrange Like with magic from a mage Reading a spell from his page And erase all of your pain The bullies will soon refrain And become very tame You would then feel sane If that can't be obtained Then karma has something to say ©Schizology

Schizology