The Cynic Communtity

  Can We Try Again ~Miss A You knew it better than me I am blinded well by all the delight But faith was not really my prepotent And neither am I a slave to my left side To the core I don’t know who controls But now since it’s empty A coffee brewed without sugar Can we try again? For I can’t ignore the drift Sprouting from fathoms deep Somewhere dark from abyss Have me here, with you I won’t question the synonyms You summon from the world of emotions I ain’t comfortable yet, am I sure? Can we cry again? I believed it was going all fine Until I questioned, is it all fine It is just nothing or it’s love What, how, where? Is it safe? You won’t realize what they do us here They bury us, turn us into soil Then they join hands and pray Can we forget all that again? How are you now? How do you feel? Is there a way I can know Things that were never important Consume crystallized sugar for flavor Yet it tastes so bland. Prize for success in loneliness is ...

  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...

 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...

  You Hate Her, You Wannabe Her ~ Miss A. There she goes again, Enlightening the path behind her Going in her flow, tip-toe. Oh!  Who's she again? Stop her, where's she heading for? Try on hittin', but she has a sense of wit underlying. You'd try to compress her, make her belong, Oh! That... "Don't make me hate you more". Who's she again? What did she do to get here? Oh! What a slut! Impeccable imprecations all prejudiced. 'Cause there's no way you'd know ever her inside. You spill shit, before you open up your mouth, You'd shout, she's rushing, making her way, The path clears on its own, she can't be sabotaged. For after-all, you're wearing fabric, And she's wearing art. You're taunting curiosity, She's teasing drama. You're haunting fear, She's ensembling pain. And you know you'd end in vain, When she's moving a pawn in her game. Oh! you but wanna silently be her, The miles to reach, but somehow...

  YOUR VOICE -Miss_A   It’s been so long, I crave to hear your voice You scare me, where are you now Shredder of love, all your words of ice Here I’m holding the tears, so low. I’m singing all the songs so coarse But would you understand what pulls me up... I’m hearing nothing but tones of morose Been begging the heavens for any sugar in cup. No,   I’m not shocked to meet you here I wished I could, but rather I sigh, I’m relieved You’ve been fine I hope All the wishes I asked the meteorites Was no one else’s but only yours. It looks like you were missing me as well For your eyes don’t say you wanna run away. I’ve holding, trying to grasp the least Of your voice, memorizing it every day Hoping I won’t forget the melodies Soothing it is to my ears, and how much How will you ever know... Losing a note was like losing a part When would you know! I take a step towards you. And then I am stuck to the ground. But I see you move quickly to me as w...

  ALTER EGO ~ Miss A   The Beginning Of The Dawn What is this? Worth more power than me! River of lava flowing, yet a part of my own Of this majestic curse, I want a scoop, drink this elixir Would it burn? Would I be able to take it? Can I own? Rayleigh of the era curiosity takes the form. Struggling who I was, who I am, who I wish to be, Lists of wants so long, picturing an imagery of fiction Holding all those instincts, acts, behavior, life and soul A sculpture of glass, distant yet there, caged source of energy A ghost as a subsided form, a through of friction and gravity Let it enter my skin, in all forms, to make me a part as it’s coat A transparent coat, filled with shades of morality, power and grim An ego, so possessive, it engulfs and eats your soul, to a new you. I’m sacred would it alter what I am as well? And in what way; positive or negative? This was sure more power than I’d expect, Too much to hold, but now my yes means yes No questions could uphold,...