What ifs and should haves

Here on this dry land I want a budgie aviary and chicken coop Down there in the mushy land left untouched I want that area fenced with ducklings quacking My bitches should run free from ppl who poison A fish pond with little guppies and lawn that resemble a valley A swing in the middle of the kitten house with that song of Elvis as backdrop Majestic trees with seating space, so that my lover can sneak in and we ll chat. Aloes with thick skin and succulents to decorate, This dry land will turn all flexible and nicer Bunnies will have varieties of edibles from my kitchen garden I won't listen to the oldies jus because they are old I will listen to the chirping and quacking and barking and meowing I will stare at the books in the home library and groom all those climbers near the shelves Kids from my town will then read Marx and Ambedkar, they will grow into smart bibliophiles Discourse and change will no longer be far fetching dream but real and happening in the pla

I chopped of my hair with a scissor not so sharp Last month wen I ws sick, wen I lost my mind to medicines There was immense pain I cudnt bear so I cut my hair myself Locked myself in so Amma didn't know wat ws goin on There was hair everywhere in the room and I ws fed up hiding it It ws falling every now and then and I wanted to get rid of it So I chopped it with the rusty scissor I had. I remember it ws terriblly done. I thought, for someone staying back for long an irregular haircut is not so big a deal. A mess, but I worked hard for this mess I bend my arms to reach my hair, the stretch cringed me in pain It ws pure hard work, so.i.posted my work online There wer surprises that praised my new haircut, Had they known the details, the fault would have been visible The wonder fact is I didn't have to hide the details It ws imperfect worthy to be welcomed It wasn't a mistake, but my mess ws pure hardwork.

No. You don't want that one who leaves you with this much of productivity guilt That one who sees your work like mere objects for sale The one who leaves you in chaos The one who thinks ur mental mess could be sold in profit Who thinks all your emotions are earnable Who sees a tag on you, Honey, run. No time is quicker than your goals You are right there, only if you start moving. Did the person hit you hard and call it love? Darling if it hurts you, it's not love. You know it. Love can't harm. I am sorry for this one time, I am pushing you into being an escapist, This one time I am asking you to leave This is the time my brave heart. It's high time you elope with a heart full of dreams With a soul that can contain it all.

It's only some tablets Gulp it down It's only a phase Face it alone Some injections daily You arent the only one in pain Got depression? Well, who is not Masked from normal world Oh, good for you Can't move out? Outside is no good anyway Feel unwanted? Ow, that's okay       Got any more alike useless advices??????????       Why don't you save it in your shit head ew!!!!

Hey, man from the internet Stranger whom I should be scared of My cyber love, why not ur romance is praised How come u are scrutinized without reasons And yet you make me write poems You could be someone boring May be you are also someone left out You could also be fun filled You could be a vigorous lover Why am I meant to be afraid Why do I have to be scared Do you realize how frightful this is How dreadful your kindness is For you, I am willfully hiding my anxieties There is a mess swept under the rug I am afraid you might find that one day, And I will be shrunken to a mad lady To someone hunting kind souls I dnt want to be a hunter, coz then you will look like the prey Your unkind clan will dance to that tunes My herd will then cry their hearts out Young man from the internet, my fear is real.

A note from an MDR TB patient, On: why the petition filed by drug resistant TB survivors deserves full on support and solidarity . We are witnessing a vital step taken by the drug resistant Tb survivors, challenging the massive monopoly of the pharma giant Johnson and Johnson, regarding the patent extension of the vital drug in treating MDR-TB. This huge step is initiated by two TB warriors who have battled and won the traumatizing treatment of drug resistant TB .The petition is filed by Nandita Venkitesan  from India and Phumeza Tisile from South Africa. This could be a wakeup call for all of us to look into the troublesome period that TB patients across the world go through. The fact that anyone out there who is breathing is prone to tuberculosis is sad but a bitter truth. The ending of TB, supporting the endeavours that helps in eliminating TB, fight against stigmatising the same etc..require support of all of us. It shouldn’t be a subject left to people related to the disease