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.”
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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….”
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.”
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.”
The Mystical Pishogue #2
I am fierce I am wild I am an emblem of self-implied exile. I am aggressive I am saucy I am an insignia of selfishly haughty. I am bold I am vain I am an image of disdain. I am dominant I am arrogant I am yet, a metaphor of a self-loathingContinue reading “The Mystical Pishogue #2”
His torturous existence.
I am a woman And by default I have a best friend. I met ‘him’ at a tender age, When I was 14 And for everyone I knew I was already late. When the first time I called my friend ‘him’ I was frowned upon. “It is she, my dear! It is only your chance.”Continue reading “His torturous existence.”
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”
The Mystical Pishogue.
I am meek I am mild. I am an emblem of docile. I am innocent I am polite. I am an insignia of comply. I am submissive I am conceding. I am an image of yielding. I am sweet I am honest. I am a metaphor of a lonely forest. IContinue reading “The Mystical Pishogue.”
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