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wattpad profile:@khudaa i write because pain looks beautiful in ink and ink doesn't get bored of my pain.

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  • khudaa 279w

    Exhausted

    Am so tired of fighting,
    Fighting for an equality,
    That seems so promising,
    Legit, fair, yet in vanity.

    Am soggy from their abuse,
    The chemicals poured over,
    A love that I ceased to refuse,
    What love it is? I ponder.

    Am denuded, in the eye of public,
    For a deflowerment I never yearned,
    Now this I find unfair, pathetic,
    But go on, I'm done, this is earned.

    Am taunted and mocked,
    Because I'm a feminist,
    Why I pray? Is equality that bad?
    Once too, laughed the Slavist.

    And then am made a chauvinist,
    But when did I preach superiority?
    But it's ok, go on being ignorant.
    Because I'm exhausted fighting.

    You are pretending sleep,
    I cannot wake you ,
    I can kill you and bury you deep,
    But then murder? No can do.

    You say I should fight to get respect,
    And in my fight you mock me,
    I do not understand this hypocrite,
    Do me a favor and kill me.

    For oppression, vile thoughts,
    Sexual persuasion, breaking of-
    Nature's law or of God's,
    Just kill me and fuck off.

    Why? Oh! You need me to,
    Produce more of you, please you,
    So that then joined you continue,
    To harass me in team of two.

    ©khudaa

  • khudaa 283w

    Almost

    They said if it was small and about love, everyone would read.
    So I wrote the only love I know, us as

    "Almost."

    But then they said that it wasn't love and ignored my words.

    In a world that loathed clichés, our stray from the main road is now unconventional.
    ©khudaa

  • khudaa 286w

    It's sad how I have always been
    someone's sometime,
    but never
    anyone's anytime.

    ©chaahat

  • khudaa 287w

    Metamorphosis

    She used to be the colour that wear black.

    Now she is the black that wears colour.


    ©chaahat

  • khudaa 287w

    Solitude can be a choice too, a choice, very few have the courage to take.
    ©chaahat

  • khudaa 287w

    Dedicated to all feminists out there who are too tired of explaining their difference from female and male chauvinists.
    Chaahat.

    #writersnetwork #readwriteunit

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    Exhausted

    Am so tired of fighting,
    Fighting for an equality,
    That seems so promising,
    Legit, fair, yet in vanity.

    Am soggy from their abuse,
    The chemicals poured over,
    A love that I ceased to refuse,
    What love it is? I ponder.

    Am denuded, in the eye of public,
    For a deflowerment I never yearned,
    Now this I find unfair, pathetic,
    But go on, I'm done, this is earned.

    Am taunted and mocked,
    Because I'm a feminist,
    Why I pray? Is equality that bad?
    Once too, laughed the Slavist.

    And then am made a chauvinist,
    But when did I preach superiority?
    But it's ok, go on being ignorant.
    Because I'm exhausted fighting.

    You are pretending sleep,
    I cannot wake you ,
    I can kill you and bury you deep,
    But then murder? No can do.

    You say I should fight to get respect,
    And in my fight you mock me,
    I do not understand this hypocrite,
    Do me a favor and kill me.

    For oppression, vile thoughts,
    Sexual persuasion, breaking of-
    Nature's law or of God's,
    Just kill me and fuck off.

    Why? Oh! You need me to,
    Produce more of you, please you,
    So that then joined you continue,
    To harass me in team of two.



    ©chaahat

  • khudaa 289w

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #readwriteunite.

    I don't know why or when I started waiting for others to validate me.
    But right now that's my validation- waiting to be validated.

    Maybe it grew from the increasing abnormality of my life and the ever growing need to hide it.
    Maybe it grew from the damages i wished to conceal from the world, which I wished to view me as perfect.
    Maybe it grew from a relationship that killed my self respect and grew my insecurities.

    However it might have came to life, now it's very much real and attached like my shadow.

    I'm reduced to the likes on my instagram picture and responses on my status. I'm reduced to what I can make others think of me.

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    Change

    I changed from pleased to pleasing.


    ©chaahat

  • khudaa 290w

    Think about it. At the end of the day, north and south are both poles of a magnet(maybe even the same.magnet). If they weren't made of the same substance, having a different polarization wouldn't have ignited attraction.

    It takes a huge deal more than just being Opposites to attract.

    We get attracted to what is the same but has the different.

    #mirakee #readwriteunite #writersnetwork #writersofmirakee

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    The Opposites

    For two things to attract, there should be a lot of ground similarities along with a few surface differences.

    It doesn't work the other way around.

    ©chaahat

  • khudaa 296w

    #writersnetwork #readwriteunite @mirakee

    My broken heart stings too...

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    They tried telling me that I was lucky because I had my face and hymen intact after the chance I took with love, but I'm afraid the same couldn't be said about my heart, wasn't it more important?

    I don't know anymore.

    ©chaahat

  • khudaa 297w

    Monachopsis

    Mother, Father, Sisters and brothers known by blood and bond, I am sorry, but I do not belong here. This persisting perky feeling is slowly pulling my strings. Pulling them to break them, break the balance I so arduously  maintain. I am afraid I'd break under the stress of what they call a monachopsis.  I'm just afraid that one day everyone will hoot at me saying I don;t belong here and I'd have nowhere to go because this is not my home.

    Why am I still here Why can't I force oblivion to these stupid hearts who don't yet hate me and flee to a place that I may belong. Because even if this is a conversation that's only happening inside my head, even if I'd never verbally say this to another individual fearing the questioning glances on my sanity, the sanity of this world to which I don't feel belonged, this is real, every word of this is real. I don't feel belonged to your world
    ©chaahat