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ব্রজরমণীগণ, মুকুটমণি

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[lovesdaya]

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[metamorphesque]

"You are not here", Husik Ara (translated by Tathev Simonyan)

[thwomanking]

Aditi Rao Hydari as Bibbojaan in Heeramandi (Netflix, 2024)

[arjokonya]

every year a man introduces me to a new level of low like are men even humane at this point or the male youth is a social experiment

[arjokonya]

no man will ever get away with disrespecting love. NOT ON MY FUCKING WATCH

[shakespearesdaughters]

[soft-sad-silent]

girl block him and enjoy your summer

[arjokonya]

i am no man's the one i am god's last resort

[infectiouspiss]

you have to stay alive. you're going to be such a beautiful middle aged freak. young freaks will see you in the street and know that things can be okay.

[orpheuslament]

sorry that love, for me, is larger than the usual romantic love. its like a religion. as if its my fault

[shakespearesdaughters]

[joytri]

In this city's barren cold, I still remember the first fall of snow...

[coffieandpoems]

My mother says, "Child, no one likes a mad woman".

But mother, did no one like you too?

or did you swallow your madness, choke on it for years after years

to make them like you?

"Write it down", they say.

"Turn your pain into poetry".

But its not just pain, mother.

It is rage too.

A tempest trapped in my chest.

The pages burn to ashes whenever I put a pen to test.

I try to be a poet.

but I am not a poet mother,

I am a woman.

I want to fly and soar

But they clip my wings down.

So I scream and shout

But they tell me I am mad and muffle my cries.

I water down my painful rage

But I keep choking on it.

"Child, no one likes a mad woman", my mother says again.

I know mother, I know.

So I remain silent

like a simmering volcano.

But the day I rise, there will be ashes

No one will like me then.

No one will be left to like me then.

- P