women issues – 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.

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….”

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 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.”

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.”

Cacoethes.

Todays evening sun Reminds me of him… A ‘Him’- lonely, vibrant and distant. When I bask myself in its glory To brighten my inner joys, To enliven my hurting hunger. I draw him to me, in The dusk of my glooming room And sit atop Mouth on mouth, Body on body, Craving, thirsting- The mundaneContinue reading “Cacoethes.”