Off-white
I have poured my mind
On the willing off-white pages,
Through the sharp midnight blue ink of my pen.
The back of my notebooks looks like a scar.
Oozing blue instead of red.
It looks like a compliment on my incompetence.
An ugly scar of the battle I entered but never won.
A scratch on my creativity,
Whose existence is still questionable.
I wish to write about
The greatness of mother nature.
About how swing of one sword
Ended with massacres of not only humans but humanity.
About how every time power is graced by female presence
Sexism has stalked and hunted,
those feminine energies who dared.
Either as a witch burned at stake
Or called a bitch for being bold
To use metaphors,
Like how thread of different colors together
Looks like a soul, a soul full of melodies
Of life experiences inked with colors.
But at the same time
Its weak strands which can be pulled apart,
Tells about mortal coil.
I wish to write about
How my doubts and insecurities
Doesn’t let me heal the scars
On the willing off-white pages
Off- White
