Scribble Express.

People say, "Silence is Golden", But I now choose the silver, the Speech. Lao Tzu quotes, "Silence is a source of great strength", But now I choose it to break, Break apart -- away and fade. Kept I Silence hugged to my breast, But away it kept taking my breath. Said Pythagoras once, " A fool is known by his speech and wise man by silence ", Take me to be a fool then, Because silence for me was slow poison, Silence for me was internal destruction. There was a time when there was brief Silence -- inside out, It was mind that was numb, And my emotions frozen. It was always quiet and chained, Now it screams to be free from lumps, Wants to be flying even if it's turning to silver from golden, the value. " When a man goes silent on his ways and plans, you must ponder ", they say. But this quietness now makes me feel like I have been self betrayed, By ME! "Keep shush!  No one must hear you", said my silence. But into a

Definition of Beauty? What is the definition of "B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L"?👼 People say "She is beautiful "! How is that judged? How is that declared? By the masks of make up or the layers of fake skin? By the traces of fairness and being fair? By the perks of soft touch and baby soft skin? Or by the length of the outfit and skin seen? How is "B-E-A-U-T-Y" even marked? By the "Fair N Lovely" company? By the "Hide-In Wrinkles" cream? Or by the "Treat your Skin" surgeries? When is "P-R-E-T-T-Y" a compliment? When you wear the most wonder OOTD? When you have zillions of mass behind you? When you have people flaunting their SM sites with your snaps? Or is it made! By the number of faces that smiled and still smile because of you? Is it complimented by the pimples that make your face even cuter? Or the black heads that make you differently attractive? Or is it "IN-BORN"! Flaws that made the

Half Gentlemen Not Beasts. We are dressed in a long coat and a noble pointed hat so tall, Boots some 48$ and With every branded outfits possible. Who are we? We are the half gentlemen not beasts. We belong to those respected societies, Where masks are our true identity. We have our own grooves, We are smooth in all our shitty crimes, But,  But tagging us demons? Are you? You bloody rascals! Knock off!  Because we are half gentlemen not beasts. We have all the civil rights, We have all the equality of opportunity, It is just our psyche that doesn't stop our hands, Hands from snatching some dupattas from her shoulder, From having her feel our nasty touch which she always denied. But, But we are half gentlemen not beasts. We can beat her, We can yell! We can rape, We can pound!  We can ask her to put her self esteem away aloof aside, We can buy her for hours to quench our thirst  But, but you can't punish us, We are respectable, Because we are hal

Being a girl? How easy is it? Being a boy? How busy is it? Being a child? How playful is it? Being a woman? How fierce is it? Being a man? How valiant is it? Being someone? How chameleonic is it? Bitching about others? How pathetic is it? Who replies that "HOW"? Who answers that "WHY & WHY NOT"? Who gives us the "right" to talk about the "rights" we keep babbling about? Who are we judging when the world is a stage and every body is judged while playing there roles! Who are we? To puke something insanely bad on others, When we can't talk flowers! Who are we? To call someone *Fat, Thin, Skinny, Wheel, Whore, Slut, Bitch, Stripper, Streamer, Busted, Boobed, Crunched, Hottie, Chick, Satisfying, Sugary, Spicy and Salty*! So one to name that space isn't SUFFICE. Who are we? To name them again when their parents have already named them on their 21st day. Who are we? To criticize someone with a Murphy Monkey Or s