strong women – Aesthetic Miradh

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.

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.”

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.”

Deep Blue Pajamas.

I am not a morning person But then again I am barely even a person, But since I am not a morning person And when I am forced to leave my warm smothered bed I cringe and cry Not wanting to rise. I shed off all my dreams When suddenly, my alarm screams AndContinue reading “Deep Blue Pajamas.”

A Scarlet Woman.

With hidden aches With pasted smiles She pretends to shy. With muffled gags With screaming moans She feigns to have her mind blown. Biting the bullet Her body, sold- She attempts at being dignified Rendering herself to be bold!

An Unwilling Bouzouki

Sitting on chairs in proper alignment It seems a long ago, when we students were huddled about, Celebrating India’s independence was the days’ requirement Making our English teacher proud. Constantly, we had chided and pleased To do something else as a substitute to teach, We did it often, played adventures Making memories after memoriesContinue reading “An Unwilling Bouzouki”

Her Mysterious Meshuga.

There is a whirlwind of chaos inside her An entropy, a madness, a little emptiness That ceases her sanity from within. The mania, the frenzy, the wilderness All a part of her nugatory existence. The deadening disarray enchaining her minds Building a claustrophobia Which you may never succeed to define. The restlessness, the anxiety,Continue reading “Her Mysterious Meshuga.”

The Disguised Innocence.

She was walking alone, dazed, on a torturous esplanade Fighting battles that she didn’t know existed within, Shaky, confused, confounded Adrift amidst her own gloomy labyrinth. Having abandoned her modest attire The saree, the simplicity, long discarded, Adorning herself in skirts, she became a voracious liar Determining to no more forsake her heart unguarded.Continue reading “The Disguised Innocence.”

The Betraying Eyes.

Walking down that lane An identical cup of coffee in hand, Her captivating smell brushed my senses And I just fell in love. A crop top and a snuggish denim skirt Defining unpretentiously her grimacing smirk. Hair curly and wild, and on her feet some ragged sneakers Elucidating the most mundane, screaming through herContinue reading “The Betraying Eyes.”

Her Altruistic Mien.

Have you ever seen a heart Who has love, unconditional? Have you ever met someone Who has given herself so benevolently? I have. And I keep meeting them. Whenever I talk to a woman Every now and then. I meet her in an infant daughter Who is innocent enough to believe, That her father mightContinue reading “Her Altruistic Mien.”