Activities of Randhir kaur

I don't write good,
But for a day, I want to write nice.
Sitting back and have a satisfying food,
Like those whose stars change infront of their eyes.
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I have always liked women
Back then
Creating magic with eyes
And listening to them.
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Its not always that I write and I write about you.
I don't want to think much about good people because they were never meant to stay. They all taught me love and to accept my goodness. I am good and I can't explain my kindness. Everything around me seems like a war. Everybody seems so much fierce, all the faces seems a privilege to my helplessness. And I can't take it anymore. There is a huge disaster going on in my mind, everyday I fight with the demons and I promise myself to remain calm and sedate. I want to be like my mother, a pure woman. Thats what everybody expects me to be and that's what eventually I have to be. I know, I can't fight over the loud voice. I have a huge vocal cord to explain myself. If I am silent and accepting things, that is not because I am weak or it hurts my ego. I hurts my feminism. I am compose for love. The love which was my favorite, I have to remember you, even when my heart doesn't want to. Though I have received nothing in love, all I got is unnecessary taunts and misunderstandings. My knowledge for life is not limited, I have seen the worst. But I think, I expected a lot from life. And that hurts. I can't blame love, I can't. I had so much of fucking expectations, that I am breaking and breaking and there is not healing.
So now I am okay yet not okay. Because I am really fine in my downfall. I am really happy that life had shown me the reality. I am in dirt but I will rise sooner or later. I am just living my worst but I can survive with or without anybody. Probably, I can never be driven in love, because it is love that has disappointed me, not the person.
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When I am moved by the life,
Its hard alone to even survive.
I don't feel connected to my words,
Empty road with wandering birds.
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East or west
Home is the best
Forget should we lest
Corana puts us to test
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Jo tumne mujhe diya hai, wo mujhe koi aur nahi de sakta.
Janti hun tumse batar loog bhi hai, par tumhare jaisa bhi koi ho nahi sakta
Maa kehti hai ki, maine bhot kuch saha hai zindagi mai,
Unki jaisi dusri mai ban jaun ayesa kbhi ho nahi sakta.
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I have seen love stories ending. I have seen marriages dividing. Love is not years of togetherness. Love is appreciation. It is not an hard emotio...

I have loved you a thousand of times. I have never fell out of love. I have only loved.
I don't know what is this love of two kind. My soul has always been a goddess loving the goddesses.
I didn't learn the art of accepting my taste. I am always loving the glass and the broken pieces also.
I didn't fail. I raised you very high even in my poetry, my words don't know what I write, people don't understand what I mean. But I know that I have loved a beautiful woman in the world who thinks that I have always loved another woman.
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