I’ve watched her
Walk past me
In a dance trance
With the music
Of sunrise.
I was six
And she thirty.
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Come Here
Come here,
Look at me.
I’ve read your story
In your eyes
And the way you smile.
No, don’t look away. Continue reading Come Here
Pottery
You’ve given me
Strings of flowers
Trying to hide
The barbed wires
You want to tie me with
River
You’ve covered me
Under the wraps
Of your misogyny
Tried to chain
My freedom,
Burying the laws
Of equality alive.
But tell me,
Unframed
The Wall With The Door
There’s a wall
That has the door
To her Universe
Engraved on it.
And when you
Enter through it
The Perfect Girl
You’ll see her with a glass of whiskey at the bar
In a black dress and, red lips.
You’ll find her drenched in sweat,
Walking out of the gym at seven the next morning.
She drapes a saree perfectly, you’ll praise
But then you’ll measure her integrity
मांma
You’ll see her
Wearing different shades
Of different relations;
Of different responsibilities.
But hear the soul
Within that body,
Speaking of dreams
And everything human
In the wrinkles of her palm;
In lipstick shades;
In the way she walks;
In her choices;
All echoing of her,
And just her;
Of the individual
She’s crafted into being
With the hand of an artist.
And ode to the soul that’s been sketched over the years, draping different responsibilities and relations in neat pleats and adding colour to them from the palette of her bosom.
Un-Love
I walk through the alleys;
Alleys that whisper memories into my ears,
Entwining a cold warmth with my heart.
It’s funny how these memories work.
Rant #1 : It’s okay.
You know, there’s this major problem that we’re all facing.
Denial.
To not be in acceptance.
You’re having anxiety issues? It’s okay.
You’re anorexic? It’s okay.
You’re having problems at home? It’s okay.
You have flaws? It’s okay.
It’s. OKAY.
We need to start understanding that’s it’s okay to have flaws; we’re supposed to have flaws.
Yours, Rhetorically 