The Cynic Communtity

  Cohesive ~Miss A.   Child of the storm, how do you walk through it? In the descends of the lightning years, how does it not matter? So thunder stricken, but you do not fear, why get charged? You’re walking the ground, not even changing your pace… Do you like the catastrophe you move by? You don’t even move your focus away, eyeballs set with cohesive. What do you walk for? What is the red for your bullseye? Somehow I’m convinced, it’s nothing sane. I spun my own stories in my head, about you. And nothing feels wrong, I’m surprised. All what can you do? Is it war? Is it vengeance? Is it the throne? What is the tyranny? I’m still trying to take a guess. I’ll curse the name behind it all, I wish I could act mature. I think I am still have a part of me in the grave, And without realizing the breeze, I dig it again, Put a part of me again. Would you look at me? Of all the thing I could be attracted to… I still get taken by the things which for world, ain’t a fit K

 The Rights Of Sex Workers.   ~Miss A. Am I in any place to tell the things, about what sex workers are facing? Doesn't feel so. Yet I'm writing this because somewhere, somehow, even people like us who have not met them in real life, know how degraded the life of sex workers is in India. To speak the truth, I am sure the message from me will have rather no impact on the society, we as casual women hear strange things about ourselves if we dress as we'd like, which sounds rather offensive in the community. The reason of my stating this line is because, as being a person of free will, still a topic like this will hinder to us when we move out, then what about the people who are in the business of sex. It would be very hard to describe their will, what they wish to have, respect to them won't be given anyways, not nothing like minded and free souls of our generation comes to accept it, making a time when we grow older, have a section of our society have 'less' hurt

  Zeemanyan ~Miss A Zeemanyan nue, Zeemanyan nue, nue nue nue I love the way you smile The way you hide, The way you lie to me. I'm so mercy stuck, Baby, take me  Under your spell I can't deny it I'm thriving.  Zeemanyan nue, Zeemanyan nue, nue nue nue You the way it goes, How you curl your toes, How the sesame lurks by. I'm... so mercy stuck, Had on defying, All of my deeds What I'm doing, What I'm pleasing.  Zeemanyan nue, Oh! Zeemanyan nue, no no no... It shan't go like that Cold, freezing all of the breeze I can't breathe in your smell. Oh! I'm so mercy stuck Trying, I'm trying Tracing your footsteps, I'm crying So have me in. Zeemanyan nue... Zeemanyan... Fractals my heart Melting apart, What do I tell, where I've been. Chasing the end When I see, The end was the start What do I tell, it must be dark. Oh! But you'd have, The power to possess The power to see, Why didn't you stop? Oh! I'm so mercy stuck, I can't unders