Silent Mistake

From a stranger,

You became a friend.

We came closer. 

We did what was right 

We had nothing to worry,

Nothing for what we should be sorry.

It was fine for that time,

It wasn't said, it was rather mime.

We could have delayed,

It would have prevented the relayed.

Buzzing around the streets, 

People talk about this in meets. 

We left our body and mind with a mark,

Now everything seems to be dark.

We shall recover this pain,

Not be on loss, rather gain. 

-Gunit Cour 

This poem is about lost teenagers who become a victim of the sexual intimacy. They think it gives them pleasure and satisfaction. The question is if they think it’s right, why do they hide about it? They fail to understand that it's not always what your heart tells you to do, thinking practically and logically also counts. The word SEX is not something to flaunt about, it doesn't make you cool if you don’t have it, and it doesn't mean you’re not fit with your peers, sex is a big responsibility. Knowingly or unknowingly adolescents do it and 80 percent of the times it becomes a liability on them for a life time.  News about teenage pregnancy, sexually transmitted diseases (STDs) and aids is the result of teenage sexual intimacy without protection. At the age of making a career, having and healthy school life, following your passions teens are experimenting on themselves. We all have to ring an alarm.

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Fit In

A usage of slang won't harm.
But if it's in habit I must be alarmed.
A glass of wine in hand.
And I must wear some expensive brand.
I have to color my hair.
Or else I won't look good at that fair.
Tattooing my body was painful.
But they said it looked beautiful.
The mark is there.
But now no one bothers to care.
I have the controls of virtual game.
But I gave them the controls of my fame.
I had to change for the best.
Wish I had given all that a rest.
Gucci bag was what I had to carry.
I was forced to believe in live ins rather than marry.
It was pretty dreadful.
But I wonder why no one was pitiful.
I raised all my hope.
True relations became hard to cope.
These are my memories from school.
In the race of becoming cool.
I never realized when I ended up being such a big fool.
Maybe I won the race.
But today I'm not able to show my face.
Face that is painted.
Values and virtues completely fainted.
My only wish was 'just had to fit in',
Not realizing I was being dumped into bin.

-Gunit Cour

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