The Black Flamingo

The Black Flamingo Voila, I have been waiting for you. My content arcade includes:
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* Poems
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.We believe in power of expression and freedom of interpretation.We aim to express not to influence.We paint the canvas with words leaving the interpretation solely to the reader.

Reading the journal published at the birth of our great nation, one cannot escape the realization that the hopes the pas...
24/07/2026

Reading the journal published at the birth of our great nation, one cannot escape the realization that the hopes the past placed in the future are lost in the present.
They are lost because truth lies buried beneath the swamp of propaganda and motives.
The only way to reclaim it is through the rediscovery of courage to question, seek reform and we as the citizen of India must not refrain from it.

A letter to societyDo you know who I am?I am a gay or a le***an or a transgender or I am a person with dark skin.Do you ...
17/06/2026

A letter to society

Do you know who I am?
I am a gay or a le***an or a transgender or I am a person with dark skin.

Do you know what’s sad about my story?
(Sad being an under adjective to the gravity of statement I am just going to quote)

Sad is disapproval of my identity.
Sad is being treated like, I with all my truths am an alien landed on a perfectly congenial world where there is no place for an odd spot.

Sad is you procuring my rights out of my fist like it was a knife I hid to slit the throat of your predominant ego and judgments.
I am sorry, that knife was not to falter the stereotype you laid. That knife was just for self-defense. You took it off my hand leaving me barehanded. That knife was not to split the foundation of the society that you built. That knife was just to make a little space in the unoccupied corner, that knife was just to let me be.

I am not a human.
I am a question and so is my identity?
Do I exist?
Yes, only if I can be like you.
But I am not like you, so I don’t.

I don’t exist for you because you won’t let me
You won’t let me even have that unoccupied corner of your society where you rarely visit.

Dear you, my story is not my fault.
Please let me come out in the light, I have almost forgotten the touch of warmth on my skin.
I promise I won’t block your sunshine.
You won’t accept me and I don’t seek your fondness but please at-least let me be.

P.S: I exist.

The randomness of order 🖌️
10/06/2026

The randomness of order 🖌️

Don’t let fears infect your life.
30/05/2026

Don’t let fears infect your life.

25/05/2026

How does patriarchy feel?
It feels like weight of the a world that teaches men to abandon their emotions and just keep a handful which serves them the best. It feels like jokes that aren’t funny, it will feel like abandoning yourself to raise someone else’s child.
It will feel like feeling alone in your expression because it will not understand you. It’s been trained that way and it isn’t usually open for change or have the capacity for it.
It will not understand your unsaid needs and when ever you will try to voice it, it will be angry. Well, thats what its been taught to be. Tough and angry.
It would not know to carry you with grace, it will know to rush you because thats what it has been taught, to not feel just rush into the world that has taught its men that being soft is weak, when it is the bravest thing one can do.
It will suck your feminine and turn you into what you are not, it will feel like surviving and surviving in someone’s shadow is never love no matter how neatly it is packed in love. It is not love, you must learn it and I hope you don’t pay the price of the dysfunction of the world that has abandoned the greater part of life.
Love will liberate you never chain you to suffering, don’t sabotage yourself to prove your love and if you ever stand at door of of the intersection of understanding, just give them all the love you had for them and walk away.

20/05/2026

Come to me my love,
The distance seems to tear me apart,
I need the touch of your voice,
I need to sight of you in my heart.

Come to me, my love.
I have waited for you day and nights.
Tell me where are you?
What is this distance,
god drew between you and I ?

I’d come to you had I known,
you come to me even if you don’t.
Let’s meet where we are supposed to meet.
I am waiting for you, my love.
Come to me.

I don’t know where you at ?
Holding hands that just don’t quite fit.
Talking things that doesn’t sing.
I need you to tell me things you know
I want to learn you while you learn me too.

Time ticks loud, I can wait no more,
I need to ask you a thing.
Can you be my love, my love.
Because I feel I am already yours.

16/05/2026

Time ticks you in and time ticks you out.

It can be your dearest pal who holds your hand and drags you out of a place you are stuck in.
It can be your silent well wisher and give you a present you secretly wished for deep in your heart.
It can be a strict trainer that pesters you until you get your posture right.
It can be your cruelest foe and take away all you think you need to survive.
It will be what it is supposed to be, but it will never be late.

Are you dancing to someone else’s beat?
13/05/2026

Are you dancing to someone else’s beat?

TodayWhile pushing myself to walk,I pondered upon a thought.There is so much I can do today.I can nurture a plant for th...
11/05/2026

Today

While pushing myself to walk,
I pondered upon a thought.
There is so much I can do today.

I can nurture a plant for the tree I never saved.
I can listen to a live orchestra that I always craved.

I can watch movies with subtitles and feel the words hit;
Or I can climb up the lighthouse and wave to a distant ship.

I can buy my next favourite pair of shoes for my favorite ones are worn out.
I can write a letter to a long lost lover, send him anonymously or never send at all.

I can dutch braid my hair like I wished before cutting my hair short, last june.
I can eat the guava flavoured chocolate and see whether it tastes cool.

I can swim underwater maybe race with some fishy,
I can make a birdhouse and hang it up a tree.

I can dance on moon rivers, ballet that I never learnt,
I can crash into a wedding and eat my favorite dessert.

I can pet a vicious cat and see if it eats me up in my sleep at night
I can talk to some nuthead and listen to his mindless plights.

I can travel to a village on a dead cold hill and up there smoke some w**d,
Or I can cliff down a river and feel the chill stir me..

I can go to church on a Sunday morning and confess all that I sinned;
I can go to some bar saturday evening, get wasted and then get inked.

Or Maybe I can paint the canvas I never bought,
I can finish the book that I didn’t start.

For it’s a small world and clock ticks fast.
There is so much I can do while I last..

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