Yes, I’m a Black Star 

I don’t twinkle, or 
Form a constellation 
I just shine Dark… 

Yes, I’m a revolutionary. 
I tread a nameless path-  
Most of the times, alone! 
I’ve no one by my side. 

Yes, I’m an actor. 
I simulate diverse characters 
I cry my character’s tears, I smile his smile 
I’ve forgotten my own self! 

Yes, I’m a singer . 
People listen to my melodious psalms 
And fine-tuned rhetorics. 
Nobody gathers the pain-chord in my heart. 

Yes, I’m a writer. 
I voice-out when I’m forlorn, 
Forsaken, derelict and dejected 
Not that I want to preach! 

Yes, I’m a dancer . 
I’m ceaseless, and 
I spin free… 
Because I’m shackled inside. 

Yes, I’m a joker. 
I make you laugh with 
My idiosyncracies, while 
I haven’t smiled for years. 

Yes, I’m a painter. 
I paint pictures of my beloved 
She’s in a happy trance; 
Resting in some other man’s arms. 

 Yes, I’m a friend. 
One who’s drained of being considerate, 
A compassionate tear-wiper, and  
Never being on the receiving end. 

Yes, I’m a beggar . 
I aimed for the stars, too.  
Fate had a different design; 
I still don’t like to beg. 

Yes, I’m a bird. 
I’m made so as to fly, 
High up in the sky 
But, I’m caged. 

Yes, I’m a leaf.  
I turn yellow..  who cares! 
I fall off one day. Nobody 
seems too assiduous to be bothered…

 Yes, I’m a baby. 
I’m a fresh flower : 
I want to bloom big. 
Unhearty world takes my innocence away. 

Yes, I’m a woman. 
I suffer,  and am raped and killed. 
Do you realize I’m no different   
From the other sex?

Yes, I’m a Black Star.  
I don’t twinkle, or 
Form a constellation. 
I just shine Dark… 

Yes, I’m LIFE!  
Meet me,Greet me, Lick my feet 
I make you all 
Dance to my beats!

Honest, ambivert, and an iconoclast. Statistician by degree, writer by choice. Condemns hypocrisy and two-faced people. Values truth and honest people. Doesn’t like religious extremists and fanatics and sycophants. This is Samreen Naaz for you. A recent graduate; hopes to pursue a PG soon. Hails from the City of Joy.