Dull yellow buildings, musty air Smell of sweat, stenching dreams Sleepless nights, ochre mornings Windows collapsing on each other Like bodies in a metro Shirts sticking, eyes aching What are they searching for ? I can’t fathom whether they are happy or sad Or just surviving Long rides on hurrying roads Smell of smoke brings you home I count…
“ “Hope” is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all.” ~ Emily Dickinson During this pandemic, where we all are sitting at home, where festivals don’t feel like festivals anymore, trying to battle several things at once. This one’s for you. A note of hope. I…
Ever so gently, the starlightFrom amidst the clouds has befallen,Upon my skin, blazingSeeped into my blood, forgottenAnd it led me to the tranquil layersOf miseries long forgotten,Thought beautiful by those of usWho by the pain had grown rottenAnd in those very layersI found fragments of my identity,Like a mosaic built by GodHidden rather carefullyAnd in finding myselfI lost my sanityBut…
Dear Love, Everyone admires you. They yearn for you in the waking hours when they can barely remember their own names. They long for your warmth in the nights they sleep alone, tossing in the layers of cloth with body tired and mind restless. They seek your comfort when tears threaten to leave their eyes and crave your embrace when…
“Men have sacrificed and crippled themselves physically and emotionally to feed, house, and protect women and children. None of their pain or achievement is registered in feminist rhetoric, which portrays men as oppressive and callous exploiters.” ― Camille Paglia In today’s aggression of society and widespread knowledge, one often thinks about how females have been oppressed, rather openly, online. For…
I put a flower behind your ear Its loveliness grew too much- The setting fog this winter Is more beautiful than last year’s fall The coldness of some flowers is much endearing than warmth The Asters I once slid behind those curls have withered I see now, the Snowdrops But I have no ears- But the sun shone like flower’s…
The soft glow of the lampwakes me, as I look out the window.The sun, she seems to be asleep.As I leave my slumber, a terriblethought strikes me. Something’s missing:you. I close my eyes again,hoping that somewhere, somehow, Imay find my way, back intoyour lovely arms, in a land ofdreams.
Diagnosis and Statistical Manual IV or rather the DSM IV has eight hundred and eighty-six pages filled with lists of mental illnesses. I cross off five. It’s close to impossible to not strike off even one of these disorders, so are we all mentally ill? Or do psychiatrists love to over-diagnose us? Don’t take it from me, take it from…
There is not even a single female in this society who has not been looked back and stared at. Not even a single female who has not been body shamed for her body being too flat or curvy. And I say it with so much confidence because first, it has happened to me and second, I’ve seen it happening on…