The Irony Of Hidden Bodies And Open Minds

Every woman knows the torment of speaking up. I have known it in the past, and I might with this post too. But I will say it, now, and again and again. Just like all those powerful women who did ages back, who keep doing it even now.  I am just one of those wantingContinue reading “The Irony Of Hidden Bodies And Open Minds”

His Evil Desires

I did it again Every time my soul bangs its head I sing and soar My flesh hurts But my thoughts avoid death I keep smiling and And hurt his ego Ignoring the nasty nights of his devilish aims.

Her Altruistic Mien.

Poetry has been a consistent part of my life, first reading and then writing. Though if someone would have said that I could try writing poems, a year back, I would have rolled my eyes and said, “Yeah, right!” Not that I have become very confident of my pieces, but I have come as farContinue reading “Her Altruistic Mien.”

The Thing About Boys & Men.

I am bored. I mean not that I don’t have anything to do, but I am just bored. Bored with stressful working, with useless studying, with meeting deadlines, with assignments, with reading, with writing, practically everything. So I keep finding new things to do. Now, I haven’t been very successful with it, but I thinkContinue reading “The Thing About Boys & Men.”

I’ll Be A Good Girl….

Ah! This is such a wonderful sight Away from all heinous plight. Amidst the bed of roses Smelling the smell of happy doses.   The two girls playing Dancing and swaying, Happy, serene Jovial and green.   I love to see them I also want to be them, Playing with my brothers and sister Oh,Continue reading “I’ll Be A Good Girl….”

Melancholy.

All you vain dreams As short as a mid summer night Swift; fleeting; lonely Bestowing me with nothing but melancholy. Fierce as a loving woman’s anger Sweet as the kiss of a passionate lover A bell at dawn; a parting groan- If only I’d be wise enough to see beyond it.  

The Arrested Fear.

I am sitting Huddled among my friends Or beside my love But I am sitting And I am laughing, talking. I am happy. Or so I thought- For I was sure, sitting But I was alone Where did he go? Why did the people leave me? I was confused Scared. And then I saw someoneContinue reading “The Arrested Fear.”

The Glorious Madness.

Like a cloud of fire I soar a little higher In the burning light Of that sadistic sun. Sinking-rising- Burning the golden lightening In the broad of daylight. He fears not- Throwing the silver arrows and spheres In the dawn- quite clear The dusk, a little dear He springs, trying to cut my wings AmidstContinue reading “The Glorious Madness.”

Posies.

From the dust I rise To the dust I return In an inconsequential flight I rise and I burn. The love, the hate, the humanity All perish therein, The rusting body ends my travellers’ joy Annihilating the very proof of me.  

I Smile.

I burn my body to ashes But my conscience savors and yearns I rot amidst my own ashes But my soul transpires beyond the patriarchal tavern.   I burn and I smile Beyond my submissive rage For I have no dreams Only a small selfish realm.   I burn and I smile Even from myContinue reading “I Smile.”