Comfortable zone is everyone's choice but femineity is bound to Uncomfortable zone.

Fish Out of Water

I will learn how to swim,
Deep beneath the drought with even burnt skin;
I can be the tin; I can be the bin.
But more than that I will never forget to swim;

Difficult situations can get resolved easily if we have our dad with us.

Miss You Dad!

Mind was not accepting reality,
Heart was feeling very proud;
Today he may not be alive,
But his efforts lie in the crowd;

Respect from a man not from egoistic anonymous for a female always be threat for gender domination.

He In Her

The world is behind me,
But I bend in front of them;
No one knows this mystery,
In every way I am hidden in them;

Sometimes fantasies give more pleasure than reality.

City Life

Yes, it’s me
Wild fantasy,
To ride my bike
For a ramble on roads;
Cheerful majestic,
Breeze blowing my hair;
Under the light of
Sparkling stars;

Experience is a big word which does not have 'A' of Ages in its spell.

EXPERIENCE?

Age of person was the common and most highlighted factor. Which kept a restriction on youth of that era to be a good explorer, idol, problem solver, confident in their personality.

It gets quite ironical when coffin acts as self-arrest for someone.

Coffin: Self Arrest

Just hide me in anonymous Ash,
Make my presence into cage of absence;
Or plunge my breaths in cessation,
With bizarre frame of dejections;

Kindergarten days were golden days of our life. But now it is diminished, leaving traces behind.

Kindergarten Times

Those moments when I used to cry,
Even for a minute I didn’t leave my teacher’s eye;
Those moments as beaker made cookies in class,
When our faces full of flour made teachers laugh;
I feel blessed for…

Ages which bound ask us to unite.

Lost Soul: Alzheimer’s

Felt so lonely dumped into unwanted place,
Alzheimer’s was my companion at bridge of my old age;
I’m trying hard to take my soul back on track with me,
Even it’s terrible that no one is waiting for me on doorsteps;

Feminism groomed itself as per the demand of ages.

Feminism 2.O

The wall whose mason are you,
With cement of preservative thoughts;
They are enough to make me claustrophobic,
They make me very suffocated in their tiny holes;

Dreams can really cherish your day with new thoughts.

Dreamt a Morning in Morning

Aroma of wet soil and fresh blooming buds,
Dragged me towards the inviting casement;
My face felt those rain drops with blush,
The dewy vision which I saw cherished my day with excitement;