The curve of my lips does not tell you anything

I cry a million tears when I am happy,
overwhelmed
a little crazy too
I can feel the emotion trying to exit my body
In the form of fireworks

I am bathing in the moments I want to preserve forever
The smell of Vanilla enters my senses
just like the garden, I enter
to touch the flowers,
I feel it more
feel every moment
like it will be my last
I am not smiling as I walk across the hallway
I feel the air hit my hair
I am the happiest I have ever been
The curve of my lips
Does not speak millions

I was crying the other day
without shedding tears
forcing myself to smile at people
trying to cover up my inner fear
fear of being exposed
I smiled more than I had ever

We spend too much time seeking happiness
Forget how difficult times lead us to something greater
But not every smile is genuine
and we can be great at hiding our emotions
inside a box away from everyone

Sunset

Peeking through the clouds

How beautiful is the walk you do

Rushing to the other side

Always thought Good Byes are sad

with tears falling out 

But I know you will rise again tomorrow morning 

Like the breakfast I will always look forward to

Your goodbye was graceful

You were shining

Walking away as if you own the future,

Stronger than the dark which is taking over

Beauty in the world

The sun will rise from the same place as yesterday

The ocean will run towards the moon everyday

I wonder if the beauty in the world thinks it is boring

Or does it ever cry itself to sleep

Just like the rest of us

Who always deny their own 

Sis is the new Bro

On the verge of lighting up my womanhood rose like a flame "Nah bro, you're cool" he said "Excuse me, call me sister instead" I snapped But apparently sisterhood is not as cool and is just not comfortable to be mentioned in a group of friends as it will rip people's masculinity apart Faster than a gym bro coming at you to fix your form Well, it depends on preferences as well You see, my sisters would prefer to be called 'BROS' to feel cooler like a human instead of a hot object ready to be eaten up by this patriarchy Call me for what I am, A Woman strong and myself. I don't have to be a guy to be respected or taken seriously Call me a Sister instead not because I am insecure about my femininity but because it is pretty cool to be a Woman Strong and down to earth chill and everything when I called you Sis, you felt degraded and your masculinity was stripped down But let me tell you, My sisters are much cooler and stronger than any BRO around

Your first dive

1. Look over a cliff
2. You have to jump in the water
3. It is okay if you are scared
4. Hear the words "You have to" in
    the back of your mind
5. Jump, no matter how scared you are
6. Know that you are stronger than you think you are
7. Take this confidence and stretch it out like a clay
    and wrap it around you like that is the most powerful thing you own
8. Tell yourself, it is okay to be scared,
    but necessary to overcome the fear.
    No matter how much you avoid it,
    Sooner or later, you have to confront it
9. Be proud of yourself and your confidence,
10.Wear the clay around you

Neighbors

My right door neighbor is afraid of dark
It pulls him in like a black hole
My left door neighbor is a free soul
And he laughs at the world like the future never existed

I sit in my chair Waiting
for the clock to pass 12
As darkness creeps into the shadows
My right door neighbor never heard me cry
He heard my laughter Trailing
through the despairs I do not want to recall
My left door neighbor never saw me leave my house
“You cry a lot” he said

I sit in the chair waiting for it
to be midnight Crying
in my chair, waiting for the laughter
to kick in
Like the drug I wanted to try I am
addicted
My future reckons me

As my neighbors leave for their work next morning
My left door neighbor never saw me anyway
My right door neighbor never heard me anyway

Paper boats

When I was young,
I used to love rain
I could feel the raindrops crashing my face
Like the tears of joy
Nothing ever made me happier

I left a paper boat once
With a memory I wanted to forget
I thought the puddle was big enough for my small hands
And as I grew up, I grew into the idea
Until I had left all my memories in the paper boats I never wanted to see again

I grew into my future
I wanted to travel thousand miles
Without a break
I wanted to go across the giant puddle and see what's on the other side
I wanted to touch the sky on the other side
But how did I oversee
I started receiving my paper boats I left years back
They were heavier now
With all the memories I tried to suppress in
The weight of the boats made the puddle look fuller
Now that I feel the paper boats
I can still see the moments
Gone by which felt like infinite days
Dragging me with them