The Harsh Truth

 It Scares Me to Put Myself Ahead A Willingness Inside Me is Diminished Somewhere. I Stop Myself, But Then I Regret and It Made Me Hate Myself. No matter how good I am, I Always Want to Impress Else... But Then Also I Failed and I am Left  With Me and Myself. First Impress and Then Seek for Acceptance. This is Not for What I am Meant... But then, My Inner Voice Says, Work for Yourself and Leave on Your Work to Express... This is What My Life Explains By- Isha Birlay

 Walk! Walk! Walk! Don't stop your paw Choose the path wisely  From the dream you wish. It Hurts at the Beginning  But, It Ends with Bliss. Walk! Walk! Walk! Don't stop your paw It's Long and Broad and  Crowded and Weary But, It's your wish which erases  All Queries. So,   Walk! Walk! Walk! Don't stop your paw Because  It's endless walk with no Break Off...!! By - Isha Birlay

 Yes, they love rom-coms Yes, they enjoy love songs. If they know the shades of pink That does not make them girly Don't you misthink. Yes, they shed tears  Cause no one see, Inward what a man fears. No, they are not  Always wrong Just because they have beards on. Sometimes they whine, Sometimes they cry. It's all because They are just like You & Me.

This is just one of many Possible explanation But there is no single justification, Her clothes were provocative  She was asking for this clearly  By that logic, your opinions asks me  To beat some sense in you !! Her clothes could mean it's hot outside. She has a great body  She is proud  This is one battlefield Of the final stand Our weapons are our MIND More than our HANDS 

 I don't have that sleek hair My complexion is not very fair Perhaps, you don't like our features And seriously we don't even care. So, welcome to our world which  You may consider as a bing  For plucking eyebrows here  Is not a regular thing. Where the hair is kinda frizzy  With no particular shade of hue  But we do have colorful bruises  As you see we're out late in the loo. With a hairy camber on tulip  And a crooked nose above  With eyes that seem too beady  But they're only filled of love. We smile with staggered teeth and brown gums  Our lips all chapped and pressed together  We can step out with oil on head  And go to shopping, frivolously dressed. We don't starve ourselves for a zero waistline  As life is so short and food is so yummy. Yes, we love our flabby stomach. And believe it's okay to have a tummy. Our nails don't grow right  Our teeth ain't perfectly white  And if you don't find us beautiful...