Me
What I see in myself is what I never see in me.
Mirror
Mirror was evidence of his tears, screaming and death.
Decades
It’s been decades since I lived with her but I only know her spelling.
When She Swapped Her Poshak!
Embroidered with,
Slight attitude and sturdiness;
She broke the heel of aitraaz,
Experienced a barefoot walk…
Smallest Coffins Are the Heaviest
Mr. Moneybags
In the crematorium…
Disturbance in social accord
Immortally;
Where Am I?
It’s only you…
everywhere,
on calls, on texts;
you only talk…
Dear Role Model
Characters were same
and so were our roles.
She spoke little polite
I got cautious for every single word.
Journey Of an Angella
In deep darkness, in the silence,
I found myself sparkling, with some brilliance;
In the warmth and the secure ride,
In the stomach of my mother of life;
Difficult Question
Building blocks of stress,
And mason was the threat;
A sight came of help,
But got lost as unforgettable guest;
Love For Silence
My brain became a barren land,
And heart was facing drought;
Blossomed tricky noisy maize,
Lots of unpleasant templates;
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;
Fantasy: College Life
In Primary School…
No worries, out of rules,
Fun in breath and swings of mood;
Candies were my first love,
Chocolates made me feel so good;
That Eye Contact
A Moment… she raised Her
eyes met mine
Sunken in ease
Spoke millions of lines
Mummy’s Luck 🤞🏻
Lucky me
Lucky you
We have our loving moms…
Not hung by
“Blood is thicker than water norm”
Home: Painted with Blood
That kitchen cooked rotten food,
To serve her in that terrible hell;
Her chapped lips marinated with blood,
Felt burnt at every attempt to touch;
Feminism’s Inner Voice
Can’t I fetch,
The cage of my dreams;
To hide it in secrecy,
Far from stubborn reach;
Place Of Memoirs
This place is a replica,
A record of our memoirs;
Look now you are not here,
But What I doing here?
My Full Time Companion
Deep inside I have a connection with universal phase,
There is a power which exists;
Around me as an aura whenever I pray,
Unknown Speakers of Society
Why do they always suspect me?
Why can’t they ever be wrong?
Why do they keep bullying others?
Why can’t they be engaged on their own?
Sense of Comparison
I’m compared;
Letting down is really,
Not my mood;
Someone’s zone can’t be,
Frame for me to fit;
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;
Me My Books in Nights
No matter if it’s 12:00 by night,
No matter if I am lonely figure;
Every flip of their pages,
Makes me fresh and curious…
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;
Bleeding Hearts
Love and care are expectations,
Like the heart of poison;
From outside it is outstanding,
Deep inside its bleeding;
Era of Misunderstanding
“Never take your close one’s for-granted …do respect their feelings…Do pamper them…Also make sure your presence makes them feel secure.”
That one Satisfying Bite
That first byte for her was the satisfactory ultimate pleasure as she missed her mother’s love, care and motivational moves.
Cafeteria: Passionate Success
Her mother was proud of her as she proved herself as her father’s shadow.