Better safe than sorry?

For a long time now, I've been wondering about what it means to survive as a woman in a place where you're stifled and crushed every time you try to lift your head up. I'm getting tired of the better-safe-than-sorry mantra that has been shoved down my throat by pretty much every person I've known since... Continue Reading →

Writing

She wrote of war Boxed in Within the four walls Of her book-filled room. She spoke of death Like she knew Something about it That others were blind to. Her frail body supported Her eyes, bold and fierce As she embraced the grey In a world of black and white. With her words alone Drop... Continue Reading →

Other Worlds

When the stars dim down And the moon's shine wavers Do you look up at the blue darkness Wide-eyed, hoping to light the world With only your eyes? When the music stops jerkily Amidst intense talks Do you begin to hum calmly To fill the gaps Between silences? When the bright flower That gave you... Continue Reading →

Beauty

Black heels on the red ramp They walk the catty walk Graceful, insidious, charming Hungry curves and supple moves A killing smile, a sensual look Onlookers gasp and sigh They model their beauty Fair, tall and lean Because beauty sells. Grey clouds battle over the sky Round, pregnant rain drops Fall like bricks The makeup,... Continue Reading →

Categorical Friendship

Friendship is a strange strange thing. People associate it with values like happiness, love, closeness and success. To have friends is a big social positive and to be friendless is to be an outsider, a misfit. Like everything in the world, friendship is hierarchical. Best friends are seated at the top of the pyramid. The... Continue Reading →

If only

If only, by the mere accident of birth, you'd not brand me as your citizen, the way you brand your cattle. I will soon disperse from the herd you've raised, fed and exploited, and head to someplace better. We're slightly different from cattle, you see? Not much, but slightly. I survive for that slightness. I... Continue Reading →

Caged

Whispers By silence, Smiles By conventions, Light By shadows, Clarity By choices, Dreams By desires, One By four walls, Straightjacketed.

To throw

Growing up, I left behind certain traits that I had as a kid. I outgrew some clothes as well as some actions and started being adult-like, very consciously. To carefully sit, to steadily walk, to be compulsively polite, to 'act' rather than to 'be' - these are the things adulthood gave me. Recently, I realized... Continue Reading →

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