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Thoughts on Living Alone
Thoughts on Living Alone
Last year I moved to New Delhi for a few internships, and it was one of the best experiences of my life.
Sure, I’d been living away from home since I was 18. But living on campus had its perks. There was always food (free, not very tasty), and WiFi (the painfully slow kind). Living with my friends meant that I was never truly alone. And it didn’t hurt that home was just three hours away, not too…
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Long time no see
Long time no see
There was a time when I took my journey as a writer very seriously, mapping it out for future fans and autobiographies.
That was two months ago.
Giving up on ‘trying to improve myself’ freed me up to let my writing be. To see it for what it is – weird, flaky, sincere, and brilliantly chaotic. (Yes, I did call myself brilliant.)
Now I’m back to writing this blog, not to test my writing skills, but…
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I was featured on Feminism in India! I have been publishing articles on Feminism in India since January last year. And I was featured as their Writer of the Month for March 2018! Here's a link to the interview.
Roots
Guest Post By Supriya Javalgekar
I’m a rooted animal,
Almost a plant, one might say.
Watch others taking flight,
Feel a tinge of envy
Long for the skies unknown
For lands farther and greener
Admire their soaring glide,
Bird-souls fluttering from tree to tree,
Unfettered.
Weathering storms or the scorching sun
Sea breeze or the mountain wind
Dusty arid or the cover of green
Their wings don’t…
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Coloured Stones
This path of the past
Strewn with rocks and stones
Reminders of past hurts
Bloodied and discarded.
I’ll collect these rocks one by one
Walk back the path whole
And paint the stones afresh
With blues and greens and gold.
I’ll bring these stones with me on the journey I undertake
Not as baggage of a haunting past
But as souvenirs for the time ahead
Like travellers have keepsakes – to remind
Them of…
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No
He asked me to dance today and I said no.
I used to dance with agility, dance with grace,
But now my bones have started to ache.
Icy heart and creaky limbs,
Won’t shake the darkness away.
So I won’t move my body today.
Today is not a dancing day.
He asked me to sing today and I said no.
My voice is sweet and my throat is warm,
But I refuse to sing ‘cause something’s wrong.
My throat is gulping…
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An Ode to my Bra You padded black beauty, my fashionable friend du jour, My prison of choice, You black lace beauty, my object of pillowy comfort,
Tired of being a poet
Tired of being a poet
Tired of being a poet,
I want to be a poem.
Be someone’s prized possession,
An object of affection,
Not an artist, but a muse.
To be immortalized through someone else’s eyes,
For once I want to be the prize.
Tired of being a thinker,
For once, I want to be the thought.
To not think and reflect,
Ponder and brood,
Just flit carelessly through a brain,
Maybe get lost down the shower drain.
Tired…
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How would I describe myself?
How would I describe myself?
How would I describe myself?
A person, that’s obvious, but what kind?
A woman, an atheist, a lover, a feminist?
Those are just labels, and labels are no fun.
I’m much more than labels, much more than a person.
I’m a wall screaming ‘post no bills’
Covered with stickers and the occasional drops of piss.
I’m a rope strung on two poles,
Carelessly bent under the weight of white cloth.
I’m the pretty…
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The Princess and the Frog
The Princess and the Frog
He comes, he goes, like a gentle breeze,
He waltzes in and out of my life.
Leaving in his wake a crumbling mess;
The remains of my will and pride.
What fantastic strength must I muster
From my body, mind and soul,
To throw him out of my life
And will myself to grow whole.
Once upon a time life was a dream,
Soft voices under the moon so bright,
No false promises made and broken,
No promises…
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Blue
Evenings of silent contemplation
Nights filled with remorse
Staring up at the starry lights
Stuck on my bedroom walls.
This world seems dull and colourless
But painted walls surround me
Maybe it’s not the city that’s dull, but me.
Maybe it’s my heart that paints the walls blue.
And yet I long to get out, to go outside.
But I open my window only to be greeted
By honking ghosts passing swiftly by
T…
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Human Doings
Inspired by late late nights and lack of work-life balance - Human Doings
Ring. Snooze. Ring again.
Time to get up, it’s almost ten.
Well that’s okay, ‘cause you were up till three,
Four cups of coffee, you were on a working spree.
Rub the sleep from your eyes,
Chase it away with whiskey and ice.
Sip sip. Open your laptop once more.
Pop. There’s your list of today’s chores.
Work that earns money is priority number one.
Something that’s meaningful but also kinda fun.
Th…
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Sexual Harassment in the Classroom
Sexual Harassment in the Classroom
First published on Feminism in India.
When I was in 8th grade, there was a new ‘joke’ spreading in my school. “Sone ka bhaav kya hai?” (What is the value of “sone”?) the boys would ask us girls, sniggering. The joke hinged on a crass pun, you see. Most of the girls would assume that ‘sona’ meant gold, and would respond accordingly. But ‘sona’ also meant sleeping. So what the guys were actually…
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Pieces
We’re both in pieces, you and I.
We’ve been shattered a few times.
Sharp corners and jagged ends
Drawing blood from well-meaning hands.
But when I touch you, I don’t bleed,
For when our crooked angles meet,
Sparks fly, hot and bright,
The world is more than alright.
Oh yes, you know very well,
How you make my metal heart swell.
And though you and I hate to cuddle,
We’re two pieces of the same…
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A Musical Journey
As summer arrives to wreak havoc over the people of Mumbai, air-conditioned vehicles become the ideal choice of transportation. Move over, affordable and efficiently well-distributed network of local trains, buses and share autos. Metros, and cabs owned by large corporations are here to stay.
To be fair, taxis have always been an integral part of the city experience. But gone are the days of…
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Celebrations
Strangers sitting together
Sharing their drinks, but not their souls.
Voices drowned in the pulsating music,
Celebrating their victories, all alone.
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Reprieve
Away from the world of lights and concrete,
I hide in the original jungle.
More bark than walls, more green than grey,
In this fair land I’ll stay.
For in the bright city
My bones grow weak and weary.
The noises don’t let me sleep at night,
The bright lights hurt my eyes.
But here there’s just silence
Infinite and unnerving, at times.
Here I can find all my bruises,
I can heal them in the…
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