To the Men Who Lie

Because objects shouldn’t have a voice,

And whatever objects, is never a choice.

There are men that knit stories of affection,

Stories of love, and stories of dedication.

They make you believe that you’re important than their life,

Then they tell the same thing to the next in line.

Yes, you’re like season and seasons always change,

There’s never one constant, but after every change, it rains.

Yes, feelings are important and they feel too much,

That’s also one reason why one woman, is seldom enough!

They lie unsurprisingly and it’s difficult to tell,

After all, they bind you with their bewitching spell.

They are dangerous, than danger itself,

Because they haven’t yet discovered themselves.

Every woman is nice as long as she falls for the charms,

But if she questions something, it raises an alarm.

Such men like their women timid,

That are meek and unarguably stupid,

Because objects shouldn’t have a voice,

And whatever objects, is never a choice.

They believe heartily that nothing is permanent,

And that’s their reason, for the short arrangements.

To the men that lie, we know who you are,

The times have changed, your lies have travelled afar.

To the men who lie, know our hearts have fortified,

The declaration of love, no longer makes us blind.

Ⓒ Prakriti Kundaliya

 

 

Heartache

It has been difficult to hold on & I am really trying my best,
But you don’t seem to care anymore,
Something has caused an unrest…

 We are like an age-old citadel,
 That looks admirable from the outside,
 We have been cited as an example, to the walls that are still being laid…
 Only our heart knows, what it took to be resilient.
 Only we are aware of the times we mended the walls discreetly…
 The rough weathers tried to take us down,
 Sometimes, we gave up on everything, but each other…
 For, that’s all we ever had.
 For as long as I reminisce,
 I always found you by my side….
 It has been difficult to hold on & I am really trying my best,
 But you don’t seem to care anymore,
 Something has caused an unrest…
 I realise you’re finally turning into stone,
 So that the walls don’t crumble away,
 I hope I can bolster our damaged hearts,
 I hope we can still find a way.
Ⓒ Prakriti Kundaliya