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Reunions, Reflections, and the Feminist Frown
Last week, I visited Delhi to catch up with my old friends. It had been nearly two years since I’d seen them in person. Sure, we stayed connected through our ever-active WhatsApp group, but let’s be honest—it’s not the same.I had just wrapped up my Master’s degree and was preparing to move back to Delhi permanently. With a few free days on hand, I decided to make a trip and squeeze in some…
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Of Bunnies and Goodbyes
It’s strange how the only thing we seek for is home.Yet that eludes us the most — maybe it’s gone.It was once the place where you would come back from school,A place you won’t ever be a fool.A place which felt like shade,Healed your cuts from the worldly blade.Cold water after running in a summery noon,Mother’s face like a crescent moon.Maybe, it wasn’t the place which was the home—Maybe it was…
Reflections
It’s hard to contemplate Fair and simple it seemed Transparent and monotonous It always deemed. Then one happening moment, Reality or plain torment, Never been this unhinged Ideas that make one cringe Stability in the sea A wave or a storm or wind just a wee One can be a canny lass Standing at the bay Or a shrewd witch With thoughts, that makes you sway!
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Impending Gloom
Clock’s rhythm and heart’s drumming, Suffering grows with every pulse’s beat, Overcast heavens, trees unkempt, Words too sincere, cruelty or deceit, Narcissism’s haze, eyes bloodshot, Naked soul, transparent and true. Falling lilies crushed ‘neath steps, Tall trees vowed to catch each fall, Yet, why does the spirit feel so small? Buzzing bees scenting the blooms, Mocking the impending gloom,…
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Tarnished
Clinching the towel with tiny fingers, But alas could she cry, the silence lingers. With a heavy heart she day dreamed. Of a life full of her book’s personages. And at the moment, childhood breamed. Stars turned to fire. And she felt every mouth to be a liar. Wishing to see her mother once. Questions and complaints, she had tons. Stealing food in her own house. Can she ever be normal, Question in…
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Acceptance
Each fighting to be accepted Wanting to be respected Panacea for their problems, Looking in the wrong direction. Dastardly calling names How Puerile! What a shame! #Poem
When two universes collide, Disasters do happen. Not tranquility but ennui More grotesquely threatened. One feels destitute and Consider the other latent. Experience builds perspective, Right? But opinions are introspective. If one looks virulent, Is the other truly Insouciant? Each fighting to be accepted Wanting to be respected Panacea for their problems, Looking in the wrong…
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"I"
“I”
I might be funny at times, And then might not be a pretty sight. I may not be all positive vibes, Some days, I want to stay quiet. Yeah! I am one of those tribes. But can I ever be strong enough, To never lie and apologize? If happiness is what I deserve, then miseries are also part of life. Not all the glitters are gold, Not all my conscious is sold. And grotesque is a strong word. I…
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Amour Propre : Chapter - 2
Amour Propre : Chapter – 2
It has been 15 years since Akira was born. As people would often say, she looked just like her Mom but was nothing like her. Her deep big black eyes were so full of mischief that she easily got her way with anyone. Well anyone except her old granny. Being the youngest in the family she had the undue advantage over her other siblings. All of them would go to school together daily. For the past 4…
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The Fifth Child
Photo by Anugrah Lohiya on Pexels.com It was British colonial time in India when Tani Devi was eight months pregnant with her fifth child. She already had four boys. Her husband Janak and the whole family were small scale farmers in a small village in West UP. They had a small land and the whole family was dependent on it. The male members of the family worked on the field while the females…
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The Fifth Child
Photo by Anugrah Lohiya on Pexels.com It was British colonial time in India when Tani Devi was eight months pregnant with her fifth child. She already had four boys. Her husband Janak and the whole family were small scale farmers in a small village in West UP. They had a small land and the whole family was dependent on it. The male members of the family worked on the field while the females…
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WAR
The dark night,Her eyes still so bright.Sky full of starAnd Oh the moon’s irreplaceable borrowed light.Disquieted heartbeatsAnd suddenly a bomb someway far exploded so bright.A massacre so huge,Not only the family, it also slaughtered her life. The tiny hands,sitting in her mother’s lap.Trying to wake her up,Thought she is taking a nap. Mommy is sleeping on the ground,And Daddy might just have…
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Inimitable sensation
Those ineffable words in the inked voice.I talk to her per day twice.She lends me her heart and not mere ears.That inimitable sensationmakes me forget all my fears.Never seen her, never did I met.On inquisition,her comfort and love,is all what I get.In my miseries and in my sorrow.In a hope for a better morrow.Even if I dance or do I cry.In the midnight with a swollen eye.Whether I fail or do I…
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MELANCHOLY
Someday, you just pave the way. Not for the future, or today Melancholy of yesterday. Billowing the vision like a giant fog And boom! You are in a parallel world. Regrets and remorse Are not for me, as you say. What’s lost is lost. It’s a bright new day. You fall, you get up. You bruise, you heal. What’s the big deal? Blaming, shaming and Maiming. Oh, dare am I again…
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Amour Propre
<1> She was lying all calm and victorious as if she has defeated one of the biggest enemies or as my brother calls it frenemy and she calls it life. 125 years in this world and a life with no regrets is more like a fantasy for almost all of us. But she nailed it. She credits her almighty for everything but we all know, even the almighty was amazed by the courage she fought those 125 years. It’s…
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