Happier. Freer. Lighter.

The obligation to float elegantly somewhere between overdressed and underdressed, every time I step out of my house.. The obligation to laugh off a rude comment sent my way.. The obligation to be polite and not speak up when an acquaintance makes a homophobic joke.. The obligation to appear like I didn’t cry the previous…

A Writer’s Block? I Wouldn’t Say.

A writer’s block it isn’t. It’s low self esteem. It’s guilt ridden procrastination. It’s the comfort in inactivity. It’s a fear of not being good enough. It’s hesitation to put myself up for judgement. It’s a loss of faith in my words and abilities. It’s a desire to be better without practice. It’s a frustration…

Writer’s Block.

Or is this a woeful excuse framed to garner useless advice and heartless sympathy?

Why I Write

I write because, unlike people, blank screens and papers do not get hurt when the pain spills out.

The Flip Side of Wounds

Once upon a time, I was a little kid and World was tinier and Eyes were bigger and Day was shorter and Stars were harder to see (because I’d be in bed at night). My father was posted out of town. He used to come home on Sundays or sometimes once in two weeks or…

For The Fellow ‘Wounded’

Quoting an older poem- Can not giving up be an indication of courage? Or would such ‘valorous’ parlance amount to sacrilege? Will getting through this be an act of bravery? Or will I be another insipid victim of millennial slavery? Can mere survival be considered a fight? Or am I wrong in paraphrasing queries so…

Kaput

Strewn I was Like worn out leaves- Death made them Lose their colour. All that was left Was the brown dolor, Rustling sound And emptiness all around.   Then came you Gently, like dandelions Sifting through My leaves and on them millions Of tears like mildew. You Gathered the blades together, From the milieu Picked…

An Escape (Part 3)

Read : An Escape (Part 1) Read : An Escape (Part 2) (3) Daddy, I want to see mother. Can you allow us to meet? Or is she busy washing, Cooking and pressing your feet? I miss how she’d sit me in her lap Speak words and urge me to repeat. I never made a sound, yet…

An Escape (Part 2)

Read:An Escape (Part 1) (2) Daddy, I must apologise  For being the third daughter “Another mouth to feed Until a man sought her.” Daddy I’m sorry for being The burden slowing your stride. But you must know that I tried Even after the doctors denied Any chance of me speaking ever. You looked again at…

An Escape (Part 1)

  Daddy, why did you turn and go away that night? Refused to hold me in embrace -so repulsed at my sight. Had the midwife not wiped properly The blood off my face? Or was it because she carelessly wrapped me In a tattered t-shirt, not lace?       [..to be continued]  

नई शुरुआत की तरफ़ एक क़दम 

कोहरे से लिपटी रात में से भाप बन कर निकलूँ ना निकलूँ , आज आग जलाने के लिए लकड़ी के गट्ठर ढो कर लाऊँगी ज़रूर।   इस घुटती तबाही को पीछे छोड़ रंगीन क्षितिज तक पहुँचूँ ना पहुँचूँ, दहलीज़ पार करने के लिए आज पाँव उठाऊँगी ज़रूर।   इन नीरस दीवारों को तोड़ नीरद को…

Nothing.Everything

I stood there Seeing everything, Feeling nothing. The sky clear The breeze soft, The ground cold The leaves scattered. But then there was a Moment For I had stayed the same For far too long, waiting for it All to push me over the edge And when it finally did, nothing Happened. 
 But I…