Uncut wings

True friendship among people is restricted by gender. They say, it's either bros before hoes or the sisterhood of the travelling pants. I am a firm believer of this doctrine. And the devil may care if I am wrong because I realized that I have had a wonderful session 2009-10, of great & valuable friendship; not that it happened to me for the first time. I dedicate it to my friends. My personal sisterhood of the travelling pants.  This poem  is named as Stuck in a riot of colors .  It has been illustrated as under:                                                                                     Set apart from white, black or grey;                                 ...

I write because I have no other way of bleeding. I bleed because I think it is better than crying. I cry because I am now bad at what I was best at. I am bad because I gave a damn. I gave a damn not because I cared but because I was careless. I was careless because I didn't think. I didn't think that I think a lot. I think a lot because I have dreams. I dream because I have ambitions. I am ambitious because I want to bring about a change. I want to bring about a change because I can. I can bring about a change because I don't perceive but because I observe. I observe because I am curious. I am curious because I want to know. I want to know because I want the absolute, but not the abstract. I want the absolute. Yes, I want the absolute. I want the exact. I want the round peg in the round hole and the square peg in the square hole. And yet I aspire to be the square peg in the round hole. I am one. I am meant to quest for the absolute. I am meant to be the absolute. I am mean...