ME

Remember MY name,

Remember MY face,

Coz there ain't

NO other,

That can take MY place...!

That was..!

Behind every tear thats shed....
Her lips are sealed and hands are tied..
So what can she chose but silence....
Hoping, one day the dawn shall break and she will break free.....!!!

You are all this to me..

You're the thought that starts each morning
the conclusion to my day.
You are in all I do
and everything I say.
You're the smile on my face
the twinkle in my eye.
The warmth inside my heart
and the fullness in my life.
My friend, my love
my shoulder to lean on.
The one who holds me tightly
when I need to cry.
The voice that makes me weak
the hapiness of my life.
You are all I've ever wanted.
You are all I need
You are all I've dreamed of
You are all this to me....

My baby..

Girl, you're my angel, you're my darling angel
Closer than my peeps you are to me, baby
Shorty, you're my angel, you're my darling angel
Girl, you're my friend when I'm in need, baby..




A sister is someone who loves you from the heart,
No matter how much you argue you cannot be drawn apart.
She is a joy that cannot be taken away,
Once she enters your life, she is there to stay.

A friend who helps you through difficult times,
Her comforting words are worth much more than dimes.
A partner who fills your life with laughs and smile,
These memories last for miles and miles.

When she is by your side, the world is filled with life,
When she is not around, your days are full of strife.
A sister is a blessing, who fills your heart with love,
She flies with you in life with the beauty of a dove.


With a sister you cannot have a grudge,
She is as sweet as chocolate and as smooth as fudge.
Having a sister is not just a trend,
It is knowing you can always turn to her, your best friend..

And I am very lucky to have one... I love you baby :)

I will always be yours :)

I think about the time,
Not so long ago,
That when I needed a helping hand,
You where the first to know

I think about the memories,
The good times we've shared,
I think about the times when,
I needed something and you already knew,
I think about all you've taught me,
And how my broken heart you always repaired

Now as I stand here today,
And reminisce on the past,
I think about how hard this day is for you,
How fast the years have surpassed




But as you walk me down the aisle,
Daddy, please don't cry,
You know how much I love you,
And this is not good-bye

As I spread my wings and fly,
Look at me and know,
That you will forever be in my heart,
Even as the years grow

I think of today as a new beginning,
But my love for you will stay,
As you gave me birth,
And i will always be yours first..

Ankahee

This is the story of a male trans gender who, through this song tries to tell us all that how much she wants to live a normal life like all of us. When God made her like this, he does not discriminate between his people then why do we?? We can't we just accept people the way they are and why do we want them to be who we like.....

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ITS ALMOST TIME...

This is is a peek-a-boo into the past 2 years that I have spent in Bangalore.. people who have been with me since then and i hope shall always be... :) :)

The Student’s Prayer

Don’t impose on me what you know,

I want to explore the unknown

And be the source of my own discoveries.

Let the known be my liberation, not my slavery.

The world of your truth can be my limitation;

Your wisdom my negation.

Don’t instruct me; let’s walk together.

Let my richness begin where yours ends.

Show me so that I can stand

On your shoulders.

Reveal yourself so that I can be

Something different.

You believe that every human being

Can love and create.

I understand, then, your fear

When I ask you to live according to your wisdom.

You will not know who I am

By listening to yourself.

Don’t instruct me; let me be.

Your failure is that I be identical to you.”

Umberto Maturana

I am the potent man..!!

Come let us trade,

It is not fruits and flowers coz it’s stale.

I am speaking a new language

In which the players engage.

We are trading the most profitable

And most of our dealings are under the table

We mint like no other

And like hell, we do not bother.

Women, Women, OH women!

I am talking about them, you mighty lot

She is now in the lion’s den

That’s pouncing and enjoying all she got.

I don’t see her tears

Coz I got no time after I money

To hell with that gender

That has been created only to render.

I am the potent man, forceful and strong

I am her light and darkness and sound.

She is under my feet and is bound

Serve as my slave for eternity

She's got only me

And I am her world around..

Home Away From Home..

A little girl holding a teddy bear.

Innocence radiating from her eyes.

What becomes of her? This child.

Sold into modern day slavery, by her own family in need of money!

Her mother, her father, who gave her life.

Her freedom, her soul, are now just property!

Soon her innocence disappears, her eyes grow dark.

Turning tricks for the highest bidder, hoping to live till tomorrow.

But honestly, she wishes she was dead.

Because death would be a better existence, than her own existence.

However, she has no way out. Her body, just property!

What of the faces, this human trafficking.

Who profits at the expense of others.

Destroying lives, a dollar at a time.

Yet, the little girl holding the bear, long forgotten to the world.

Until, another little girl, innocent, holding a teddy bear, is sold.

Just property!

What of the faces?

They enter a world which is very different from theirs where they have newer sisters who are not biologically connected to them but do share a common condition. They live where they have to listen to orders and not have the little of the freedom they enjoyed in their homes. They come in here hoping to support their family, contributing the little they could. The promises would usually be of jobs in the town, and for a sinking family in a village, it would be a blessing in disguise. Later they realize that the home away from home is not really what they assumed it to be. The woman is treated like a mere object of pleasure and her agonies lie stacked up in her. She is no more the blossoming flower but tainted and withered and silence is now her strength for no one will want to listen to her cries. It is time women are heard for silence has never won rights.