Spotty, was my first pet. He came along with a lot of responsibility and made me feel like a proud mom. He may not have pounced onto me to greet me every time I entered the room but I loved him nonetheless. I never felt lonely in my hostel room, thanks to Spotty. He learnt… Continue reading Spotty
Our individual identity is lost along the process of social-conditioning and it’s high time we break away from social constructs and live by rationality! Do not let anybody live your life for you. Embrace the ideas that convince you and let go of those that you find, irrational and repulsive. Dissent is good. There are… Continue reading My Way, My Stay
After innumerable discussions about objectification, I contemplated the foundation for objectification in my life. I turned back a few pages to check how I have been a victim of objectification and it resulted in conflicted emotions. The fundamental problem that plagues our Indian society is the highly biased social construct of Patriarchy. This misogynistic approach… Continue reading 50 Shades Of Patriarchy
She might love me.. More than you ever did. And shelter my tattered soul And feed it hope. But.. Her eyes won’t glint With the slightest of mischief, To make me want to live more, To breathe more. Her laughter won’t resonate with me, Like yours did. Her fleeting glance Won’t make me feel The… Continue reading She’s Not You
I adore the way you caress my palm, Pausing at intervals, As if memorizing the lines; The way you fixate your eyes onto me, As you brush those loose strands, Away from my face; The fiery glance That pierces right through my heart And makes me skip a beat; Flirtatious pecks, ever so tenderly placed,… Continue reading Lovestruck
I sped through the familiar avenues, Feeling lonely, as never before; Drowned in anguish By a wave of nostalgia. Echoing laughter, Cheerful conversations of bygone days, As apparitional whispers, Haunted me. Deleting playlists only seemed like a cruel joke As I struggled to repress Memories, That flashed by in montage. Each agonizing minute Felt like… Continue reading An Incomplete Poem
A skeptic, Until I met her; She taught me What it was And made me Feel… Like, Never before. We Fell in love. Love – A beautiful thing. But later, She fell out of it. And now I’m in love Alone. Love – A beautiful thing.
You’re the colours that spilled Onto the parchment of my life; Amid the boring pages, Blotches of hues that My world never knew. You’re the colours that spilled Onto the parchment of my life; Unorderly and beautiful, Intriguing and lively; Modern art.
Days merge into nights As I sit here, With no one but myself; Loneliness looming over the room Like a dark rain cloud, Making me claustrophobic. Thoughts, so palpable, Swirl around you Like a tornado, Sucking the life out of me. No one speaks. No one, but a voice… My companion of late Tells me… Continue reading Give me a reason to hate you
Last night, I dreamt that I was raped and murdered. It didn’t just end there, I was a ghost. That was the most disturbing nightmare I ever had. Dreams and nightmares are the mind’s way of conveying something to us. While I was reading about the interpretation of dreams, I came across this: Dreams can… Continue reading Am I a cola can?
Powerful Overflow 