I am sorry not before
When she wanted to express her fear, they turned a deaf ear. She couldn’t find strength to narrate her agony; She had seen her sisters being shamed in the language of misogyny. Was it her clothes or...
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What is trash? What is treasure? Can there be any standard measure? Is it a state of mind or a beat of the heart? Or a perception that has no delineated end or start? Trapped in the labyrinth of...
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With a swarm of ideas in my head, I perch on the sofa and begin my tread. I think, I write, I think and I erase, Only to involuntarily find myself staring into blank space. It is all in there, yet the...
View ArticleThe Collision Of Two Worlds
Dressed in an alluring red gown, To rave it up, she let her hair down. Serenity embossed on her face, she sat in repose; Click, smile, click smile – she dazzled every pose. Puns and quips were enough...
View ArticleLight in Dark
The aureate sunbeams percolate through my pores, Unlocking my shut eyes as the wonted dawn beckons; The quivering and weary lashes grapple and stutter, As they endeavour to make way for vision in the...
View ArticleWho Am I?
Who am I? Is this a question Or a discovery Maybe, a mirage Sometimes, I see myself In the vibrant butterflies Flying with buoyance Devouring the sweet nectar Sometimes, I find myself In the pages of a...
View ArticleI am not a poet
The first creative piece that I ever wrote as a child was a poem. There is something magical about poetry. Even a single line can evoke several emotions within the reader. Poetry is profound and...
View ArticleSome day they will rise again
Thoughts spring up and swirl Triggering a chain Proliferating inside Causing chaos and clutter They knock with fervor To break free From the locked brainbox Waiting to take form Restless and jittery...
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